Luyện nghe bài hát Betta Off Dead

Onyxxx.......
They tried to the fetus
We check it out like this
All
The exalted
Yo
My mother fucking name is starr
You know I'm saying?
I'm up here with my man sonee the money the muther greasiest
And my mother fucking sticky the fucking fingaz
You know what I'm
Yo
Step to mother fucking business nigga...word up

1:
I'm not the type to be
But all my doubters
It a matter bastard
my hazard
Niggaz get
Soon as I what I got in store for the new order
Who it?
We got your looking for
Fuck you do now, money
Cause this the
of mister droppin wisdom like a blister
I get downright deprived on them
We rob z's
Gimme all these, niggaz
Puss!
Whats the matter? I
Bum rush you rise
And and catapult
a bullet I shot shit
The hurter
to murder
Rippin the
make you back up from them further

Hold up the
comes the mess
Worship the
Or die the rest
You have the right to violent

Anything you say can and be use against you to kill!
I'm a
Strinking a viking
A knight in armor
Jumping for the
The rhymer
Suicidal like
The end of your world is just
no winning in my inning
The dead cannot effect the living
So I trip into the
Of the ghetto bad
I'm lost in the desert, but the blows me on
Never to a stranger
Everybodys in grave
Me and my just shot ya anger!
dat...ya better off dead!

Considered less a god, but more than a man
I can knock down a mule like the barbarian
With my mental powers and my sixth
That can raise a crowd into a live audience
(so get the out the way)
Ooh, and get ass cut
Cause if you go to jail they probably make a out ya butt
(no doubt)
Heres the clip witches it's a black stone
Its a matter that shatter your track
to get to life
I'm
get done up precise
Cut up
And up real nice
We made up jamaica
And die the lakers
Faking jack was backwards
With the front in black got
from the desert-(queens)
Where niggaz is
So I'm mines from the entrance to the exit
(get a life)
Fuck dat ya off dead!
(get a life)
dat ya betta off dead!

3:

Cover me, I'm in
Move em in em out
The time niggaz seem to always fight and lose a battle
Its too late to pray I'm selling one way tickets to
No one tell is what you punk yell
wah!
Thats the sound of your bitch ass
Black start back-i'm still hurtin
Sticky come on on well...

So all let up on the
That I'm a that can just beat your mother fucking ass
To your feelings
your shit is trash
Too many like me
they're not worthy
Destruct my
Its a demolition
Through all that spit you
And make the mic smell saliva
Yick! you need to

I'm ahead of my
In my
One of a
And out of my mind!
And ain't nothin in this world free so me i'ma a pay style
I don't got no smile I was as a child
My moms gave birth to a crazy ass
Bust out her pussy a mother fuckin gun
talking slang
Even a gang
The suicide
I sold to the bums
I was the to hand man pullin in clubs
Then I dealin
and stealin
If not for killing then I'm as a villain
If you want problems I'm ready and
And I'll get up in your mouth like a fucking

Fuck dat we betta off
Please kill me before I put two in my own head...