Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the type of Picasso with ya on the pill
Take a snap shot, kiss ya wife
I'm like 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 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 can't hold the way that I feel
when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya fruit cake, ya fruit cocktails
First your title, now I'm your female
All of a sudden so proud of a black
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my will sell more than your whole tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got more than just 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 civilized to a nobody
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 the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your video; here's the smoothing
Country accents; who do you you're foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late 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
Like a hooker, don't try to soul,
The sign of the battle you little fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Your a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, it'll ya
Servin' or 'em; a word occurred 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 stable or
And I bruise the party like jumper
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
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack
Your on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I can't believe you found a dead
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't that
You better look in the mirror and your plan
Why walk in
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 old town
Just kick back; I don't a, psycho rap
You can't the format
you're swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way they slay, punk the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
Some of y'all are in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with
ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I ya wonder why you don't hear bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; knock out your tooth
We'll be from lobby to the roof
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want
Let KRS-One the violence
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm ya into submission
I'm gettin' busier than before
Never will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
Video is poppin' over a
you to shreds, tappin' you on the head
Then leave the battle as happy as a newly wed
me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the will understand
Feel ya weep about the