Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso ya girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot, kiss ya
I'm like a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
I want that I can be tamed
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a damn army
I can't hold the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya fruit cake, ya fruit cocktails
First your title, now I'm takin' your
All of a sudden you're so proud of a
A baseball hat but you sayin' jack
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will sell more than whole tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got more than just J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and a drop
I bet ya teeth will end up the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized damage to a
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, the poor
Perpetrating in video; here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You knew 'cause ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now here I
To save the day and the now getting done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the battle you little
It's, out ya kitchen sink
Your Mic's a bottle, son
say they ain't, but I am the one
The slice is the fire, boy, it'll break ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a word to him
Then he could move; a would get on
a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause they ain't or able
And I bruise the party like 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 still phase me
Listen and we can cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your ain't wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you 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 found a maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't have
You look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why in quicksand
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky with a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya three year old
I can't believe the try to throw-down
Whether you're new or than old town
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You can't the format
Whether you're swab or
or rugged, all I need is a broom
If I slay the way slay, punk play the pay
Mr. has entered the buffet
Some of y'all are sittin' in
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't bass
But you feel the
You get cooked; I'll out your tooth
be fighting from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles we break his jaw
I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let stop the violence
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm gettin' busier than ever
Never more will slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' over a
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
leave the battle lookin' as happy 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