Luyện nghe bài hát Who Rotten 'Em

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

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

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

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 bowed I had to
Kick a rap that shit sound fat too

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

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

"He's fat", said to the pharaoh excited
And did seem obvious the rap him
Then banging 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 please let him live, I prefer that
Okay, well, send him where this slave to work at
Do or die me into

Even was allowed to the family in too
Any beat better rap on
Even me mad nice outfits to put on
Knowing my rap style bumped many

And expecting some company
The visits where I was put to write
Slave, you're behind, rap real good tonight

In other words, lay your down
'Cause these cats not the one to sound wack
So that night, when they be them clapping
a deep breath and then began rapping

Who 'em
Tryin' a out what excite, what I write,
What ignite
Lion once tried 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
Shakin' any prison, kickin' back, sick of
And sista breakin' a nigger rap

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

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

"Son", my mom sweepin' up
"That lunatic will kill you if you don't it up"
wrong with 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 heart
'Sire, don't pay off
A lot done you give a nigger one day off'

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

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

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