Luyện nghe bài hát Who Rotten 'Em

One of the rapper, walk, I'm sayin'
In the field my brick without hayin'
Mad kid, ah whip cut here
You, boy drop your bundle bring butt in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And some important company
The king visits I was put to write
Slave, you're behind, better rap real good

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

Who 'em
a find out what excite, what I write,
What with
Lion once tried to bite Rick
Excuses, to meek, refuse to greet
A geek, just move ya feet

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

Well, it was the raps unpluggin'
Dignitaries spat wine out they mouth,
This they never heard that a tactic
Gold sandals all over their fat

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

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

my ego apart
So I set upon a mission to change the king
'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
That meant ta stripe, kids
Even after he died, I still write raps like

Who 'em
All teacher and scholar try proceed me, me
I am all that you need be
And superior to abuse, I choose
Use words racist owner used to

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