Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the of Picasso with ya girl 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 take ya like
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
I pain that I can be tamed
about guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole army
I can't back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya fruit
First title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't sayin'
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records sell more than your whole tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; and take a drop
I bet ya will end up around 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 wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, invading the
Perpetrating in video; here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think you're
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only 'cause ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now I come
To the day and the now you're getting done
a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the battle you little
It's, out ya kitchen sink
Mic's 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
he could move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, bet ya none last
Cause they stable or able
And I bruise the party like cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm hard, so I can battle amore
From to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still don't me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't 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 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 re-think plan
Why walk in
you can stand on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a drum with a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the try to throw-down
Whether you're new or older old town
kick back; I don't like a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
Whether swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way they slay, punk the pay
Mr. has entered the buffet
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya why you don't hear bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; knock out your tooth
be fighting from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles then we his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let KRS-One the violence
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' busier than ever
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
Video is over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed
me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya weep about the