Luyện nghe bài hát Who Rotten 'Em

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

all dippin' and stoppin'
Even owner wanted 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'
spat wine out they mouth, buggin'
This they heard that type a tactic
Gold sandals all over their fat

One dignitary over what man
"I'll give you half the eastern border if you him"
Back at the spot to nap a bit
Mom! Pop! They delighted the rapper did

"Son", my mom sweepin' up
"That lunatic will kill you if you keep it up"
What's wrong with you, "Son, I'm not you
Leave your best for a rainy day, I'm 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 my advice, stead a yell again
Sir that my input was accurate intelligence
That type meant ta stripe,
Even he died, I still write raps like this

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

Sandwich known crook, red 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