Luyện nghe bài hát Who Rotten 'Em

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

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

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

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

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

Who 'em
Plaits swing but you forgotten 'em
big shouts since King Tut and 'em
(Who 'em)
ville, motherfucker couldn't sit still
All bitches is open off grill
(Who 'em)

exhort, any stalkin'
Hawk gawkin' at silk fabrics when I'm
(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
start banging on appliance
(Yes honor?)
"Send other rapper to the lions"
(Please, no)

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

Even was allowed to the family in too
Any beat better rap on
Even gave me mad outfits to put on
Knowing my rap style 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 down
these cats not the one to sound wack round
So that night, when they be them clapping
Took a deep breath and then began

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

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

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

One over 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 with the rapper did

"Son", my mom said up
"That lunatic will kill you if you keep it up"
wrong with you, "Son, I'm not scornin' you
Leave your best for a rainy day, I'm you"

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

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

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

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