Luyện nghe bài hát Who Rotten 'Em

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

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

My mom, pop, look
After takin' a shower, dress and
The soldier, kinda on the end
Brought me and the motherfucking palace was

In the midst, a poet,
Pharaoh and his girl entertained 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 that shit 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)

exhort, any stalkin'
Hawk gawkin' at silk fabrics 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 on appliance
(Yes honor?)
"Send this rapper to the lions"
(Please, no)

Pleasing with merit, if you kill him for my
My raps will do the please let him live, I prefer that
Okay, well, him where this slave 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 nice 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 real tonight

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

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Tryin' a find out excite, what I write,
What ignite
Lion never once tried to Rick
Excuses, assumed to meek, to greet
A geek, just move ya feet

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

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

One dignitary what man said
"I'll you half the eastern border if you sell him"
at the rest 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"
wrong with you, "Son, I'm not scornin' you
Leave your for a rainy day, I'm warnin' you"

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

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

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All teacher and scholar try proceed me, me
I am all that you need be
And juice to abuse, I choose
Use words racist slave used to

Sandwich known crook, red hook too
Got his own land, you're known look to
Not ass wipes, swept side kick
Shocker and them niggers try to dress like Rick