Luyện nghe bài hát Who Rotten 'Em

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

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

My mom, pop, concerned
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
a rap that shit better sound fat too

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

Definitely exhort, any
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
start banging on appliance
(Yes honor?)
"Send this other to the lions"
(Please, no)

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

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

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

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

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

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

One dignitary what man said
"I'll give you half the eastern 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"
What's wrong you, "Son, I'm not scornin' you
Leave your best for a rainy day, I'm you"

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

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

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

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