Luyện nghe bài hát Who Rotten 'Em

One of the rapper, walk, I'm sayin'
In the field makin' my brick hayin'
Mad kid, ah whip cut here
You, boy drop your bring your butt in

A soldier, I do to that hood?
Are you that slave tellin' me rap good?
Calm down, not ta murder ya
Clean yourself, pharaoh he wanna have a word with ya

My mom, pop, concerned
takin' a shower, dress and returned
The soldier, kinda on the end
Brought me and the motherfucking was barking

In the midst, a poet,
Pharaoh and his girl being by him
Motherfucker got some
Said, "Bring forward, let me observe"

He asked me my name and start me
"Ricky, what?", 'Ricky, majesty"
And because I had to
Kick a rap shit better sound fat too

Who 'em
Plaits but have you forgotten 'em
Biggest big since King Tut and 'em
(Who 'em)
ville, motherfucker couldn't sit still
All bitches is off Rick's grill
(Who 'em)

exhort, any stalkin'
Hawk at silk fabrics when I'm walkin
(Who 'em)
Fondle with right, yet, get delighted
All a that shit, whites rap

"He's fat", queen to the pharaoh excited
And did seem obvious the rap him
Then start banging on
(Yes honor?)
"Send this rapper to the lions"
(Please, no)

with merit, if you kill him for my sake
My raps will do the please let him live, I prefer that
Okay, well, send him where this used to work at
Do or die jammin' me

Even was allowed to move the in too
Any beat better rap on
Even gave me mad outfits to put on
that my rap style bumped many

And expecting some company
The king visits where I was put to
Slave, you're behind, better rap good tonight

In other words, lay mack down
'Cause these cats not the one to sound wack
So that night, when they summers be them
Took a deep breath and began rapping

Who 'em
a find out what excite, what I write,
What with
Lion never tried to bite Rick
Excuses, to meek, refuse to greet
A smoother geek, just ya feet

Shocked all and stoppin'
Even slave owner wanted me to whip a man,
Shakin' any prison, kickin' back, sick of
And sista breakin' when a rap

Well, it was the raps unpluggin'
Dignitaries spat out they mouth, buggin'
This they never that type a tactic
sandals all over their fat steps

One dignitary over man said
"I'll give you half the eastern if you sell him"
Back at the rest to nap a bit
Mom! Pop! They with the rapper did

"Son", my mom sweepin' up
"That lunatic will you if you don't keep it up"
What's wrong you, "Son, I'm not scornin' you
Leave your best for a day, I'm warnin' you"

Ripped my ego
So I set upon a to change the king heart
'Sire, whippin' pay off
A lot more done you a nigger one day off'

He my advice, stead a yell again
Sir noticed my input was accurate intelligence
type meant ta stripe, kids
Even after he died, I write raps like this

Who 'em
All and scholar try proceed me, believe me
I am all culture that you be
And superior juice to abuse, I
Use words racist slave owner to

Sandwich known crook, red bone too
Got his own land, which known look to
Not only ass wipes, side kick
Shocker and them niggers even try to dress Rick