Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin What

I'm the bastard, the package like Lex Luger
a sting like a yellow jacket makin' maneuvers
Through the slums nigga, Iron Lung, Ladies and
Welcome to my torture chamber pen and the
Foul play T2000 be Judgement Day
Face millennium to pay
My knuckles soft from the star of han solo
South paw, ring your bell it's Quasimodo, what is the law?
Stay hardcore, my clan logo, too quick to catch a photo

on land like jet motto, now we Lord on the conduit?
These niggaz actin' like they've been it
As if the hardcore to the
I can't lose Parker Lewis
Set in my
Got you corny askin' who is Johnny Blaze
Get a pass stinkin' ass sucker ass
Now you like succotash
While Johnny Cash, makin' moves on moneybags

I'm lovin', stickin' hundreds in your honeys ass
My bucket in the background
Holdin' me down, these clowns
As they all day in the mind
high y'all, put it on the sky fold
The night troll, rap infected, get the to disinfect it
You don't know me or my fuckin'
the shit that made me tip
When I wrote a pitch, how many it?

Stapleton, the West Park Hill, poor pitch man
Now Borne jungle nils one more game, hit me
That shit they be
Got cali loc'in, New York niggaz open
John Hay phenomenon, the mega
Transformed in a firearm like
You get stepped on and shit upon, I'ma stay
Knowin' wanna do me harm
whylen what punks

We got love for those who've love for us
Now go to room