Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin What

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

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

I'm strict lovin', stickin' in your honeys ass
My bucket in the background
me down, watching these clowns
As eyeballin' 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 Wild West Hill, poor pitch man
Now Borne jungle nils one game, hit me with
That shit be smokin'
Got cali loc'in, New York niggaz open
John Hay phenomenon, the mega
in a firearm like Megatron
You get on and shit upon, I'ma stay calm
Knowin' wanna do me harm
Shaolin' whylen punks

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