Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso ya girl on the pill
Take a family shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is
And I'll take ya life, and take ya python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you to name?
I want pain I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn
I hold back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana
Ya like fruit cake, ya cocktails
First title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you sayin' jack
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will sell than your whole tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got than just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, I'm poison; come and take a drop
I bet ya teeth end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized damage to a
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, the poor
Perpetrating in your here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think you're
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew 'cause ya onto your
And rap and B.E.T.
The 31, and, but now here I come
To save the day and the now getting done
Like a hooker, don't try to soul,
The sign of the battle you little fake
It's, out ya kitchen sink
Your a baby bottle, son
say they ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, it'll ya
or heard 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he move; a would get moved on
a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause they stable or able
And I bruise the like jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm hard, so I can battle amore
From coast to fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still don't me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records wack this
Your on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
Let's get together and LL
Use his name and ya might sell
I can't believe you a dead maggots
all over my name, I won't have that
You look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in
you can stand on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum with a big
the date and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
Whether new or older than old town
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You handle the format
Whether you're or swoon
or rugged, all I need is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, punk the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the
Some of are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; I'll knock out tooth
We'll be from lobby to the roof
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm gettin' than ever before
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
Video is over a Batman
you to shreds, tappin' you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin' as as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will
ya weep about the murdergram