Luyện nghe bài hát Who Rotten 'Em

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

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

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

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

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

Who 'em
swing but have you forgotten 'em
Biggest big shouts King Tut and 'em
(Who 'em)
Kids ville, motherfucker sit still
All bitches is open off grill
(Who 'em)

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

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

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

was allowed to move the family in too
Any beat rap good on
Even gave me mad nice to put on
Knowing that my rap bumped many

And expecting some important
The visits where I was put to write
Slave, behind, better rap real good tonight

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

Who 'em
Tryin' a find out excite, what I write,
ignite with
Lion never once to bite Rick
Excuses, to meek, refuse to greet
A geek, just move ya feet

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

Well, it was obvious the raps
spat wine out they mouth, buggin'
This they never heard type a tactic
Gold sandals all over their fat

One dignitary what man said
"I'll give you the eastern border if you sell him"
Back at the spot to nap a bit
Mom! Pop! They delighted with the did

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

Ripped my ego
So I set a mission to change the king heart
'Sire, don't pay off
A lot more you give a nigger one day off'

He took my advice, stead a again
Sir noticed that my input was accurate
That type ta stripe, kids
Even after he died, I still write raps like

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

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