Luyện nghe bài hát Who Rotten 'Em

One of the rapper, walk, I'm sayin'
In the field makin' my brick hayin'
Mad busy kid, ah cut here
You, boy drop your bundle your butt in

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

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

In the midst, a poet,
Pharaoh and his being entertained by him
Motherfucker got some
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 shit better sound fat too

Who 'em
Plaits swing but you forgotten 'em
Biggest big since 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 right, yet, spec get delighted
All a that jungle shit, rap

"He's fat", queen said to the excited
And did obvious the rap delighted him
Then banging on appliance
(Yes honor?)
"Send this other 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 used to work at
Do or die me into

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

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

In words, lay your mack down
'Cause these not the one to sound wack round
So that night, when summers be them clapping
Took a deep breath and then began

Who 'em
Tryin' a out what excite, what I write,
ignite with
Lion once tried to bite Rick
Excuses, assumed to meek, to greet
A smoother geek, just move ya

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

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

One dignitary over man said
"I'll you half 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 sweepin' up
"That lunatic will 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"

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

He took my advice, stead a yell
Sir noticed that my input was intelligence
That type meant ta stripe,
Even after he died, I still raps like 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 racist slave owner used to

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