Luyện nghe bài hát This Is Ring Tone M

Clap ya and to the beat, y'all
the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the
(This is ring murder)
Let's dog the

My bars are like a bullet, your head right off
Hate on the trigger, pull it, give your a night off
Give sound man a C-note to cut your mic off
The promoters need me, nigga, you just a

After that, hit the dress room, turn the off
on the fourth broad, let her break my pipe off
I the word 'off' seven times in a rhyme
You enough to think I got a limited mind

But before you tweaking, critiquing, pressing rewind
understand that your third eye's blind
You lack creativity that's why you sign
They calling me a genius, about time

I'm like the tattoos on mama's behind
I bounce up and and at the end I'mma sign
And I will humiliate anybody want it
I'm back on stop, it little homey, don't it?

Clap ya hands and to the beat,
Because the heat'll you, clap ya hands and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the
(This is tone murder)
Let's dog the

It's obvious clowns don't know who I am
Most who get the message, nigga, check the spam
Get your facts right, take your out your hand
No homo but you on the low-low, damn

They call Uncle L, I'm from the side of Queens
Now you looking at me what does that mean
It means I crush you and every in between
For sounding like girls them sweet sixteens

And I give a fuck about who's old or young
From what I hear, the graveyard got room for
Test Big Ellie, come and get your sprung
coffin you want, the blue or the red one?

I gang banging, that ain't the muthafuckin' point
The point is, I spark these niggas dust joints
The point is you gon' pay me what you owe me points
Listen to the of revenge, it's my voice

ya hands and to the beat, y'all
Because the heat'll you, clap ya hands and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the
(This is ring murder)
Let's dog the

Run talking 'bout I'm twice ya age
But I was rich at 17, you got shit to explain
Rap game's like a movie, niggas the role
But poker game's too weak, you're forced to fold

All hating and debating shit, made me cold
Ready to blast, separate ya body your soul
Conniving ass cowards get in a hole
These niggas is like Pinky's ass on the pole

I'm the bridge over water, pay my toll
I'm the rules to the game, you my code
I'm the center of the bomb, I'm the that explodes
You are not hip hop, nigga, go write for

You are not a nor prince, you just a toad
You a G, you a hoe, you sweeter than Rocky Road
anybody, who want it? Let me know
I had another birthday, nigga, more dough

ya hands and to the beat, y'all
Because the make you, clap ya hands and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the
(This is tone murder)
dog the place