Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the type of with ya girl on the pill
Take a family shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life, and ya like python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
I want pain I can be tamed
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough to make a whole damn army
I can't hold back the way that I
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off peels
Ya like cake, ya fruit cocktails
First your title, now I'm your female
All of a sudden you're so proud of a
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
The is back, and you can't escape
one of my records will sell more than your whole tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got more than Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and take a
I bet ya teeth will end up the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm damage to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your video; the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you you're foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now I come
To save the day and the now you're done
a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the battle you fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is the fire, boy, it'll break ya
or heard 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he could a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya last
Cause they ain't or able
And I the party like jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can amore
From to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you don't phase me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but your records wack this
Your bitin' on the castle but when you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no
get together and diss LL
Use his and ya records might sell
I can't believe you found a maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I have that
You better look in the mirror and your plan
Why in quicksand
When you can on your own two feet?
I'm emcees a funky drum with a big beat
Name the date and a or
Ya three old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
Whether you're new or older than old
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You handle the format
Whether you're or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the
Some of are sittin' in rows
of hot butter rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like
Then I make ya wonder why you don't bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting lobby to the roof
You are on me like I your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I silence
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm ya into submission
I'm gettin' busier than ever
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it raw
Eat ya up like a
is poppin' over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
Then leave the battle lookin' as happy as a wed
Give me a to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a mailman spin and a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya weep the murdergram