Luyện nghe bài hát Who Rotten 'Em

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

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

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

In the midst, a poet,
and his girl being entertained 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
Kick a rap that shit better fat too

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

exhort, any stalkin'
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 said to the excited
And did seem the rap delighted 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 please let him live, I prefer
Okay, well, send him where this slave to work at
Do or die jammin' me

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

And expecting some company
The king where I was put to write
Slave, you're behind, rap real 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 once to bite Rick
Excuses, assumed to meek, to greet
A smoother geek, move ya feet

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

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

One over what man said
"I'll you half the eastern border 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
your best for a rainy 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 done you give 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 still write raps this

Who 'em
All teacher and scholar try proceed me, me
I am all culture that you 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 look to
Not only ass wipes, swept side
Shocker and them niggers even try to dress Rick