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
a family snap shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the is right
And I'll ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I want that I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it don't me
Got enough to make a whole damn army
I can't back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana
Ya like cake, ya fruit cocktails
First your title, now I'm takin' your
All of a sudden so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't jack
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will more than your whole tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got more than Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, I'm poison; come 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, the poor
Perpetrating in your video; the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think you're
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You knew 'cause 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, try to soul, crumb
The first of the battle you little fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Your a baby 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 occurred to him
Then he could move; a would get on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none
Cause they ain't 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 coast to 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 but when you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya might sell
I can't you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all my name, I won't have that
You better look in the and re-think your plan
Why walk in
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum a big beat
Name the date and a or
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
Whether you're new or older than old
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
Whether swab or swoon
or rugged, all I need is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, punk the pay
Mr. has entered the buffet
Some of y'all are in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you hear bass
But you feel the
You get cooked; I'll out your tooth
be fighting from lobby to the roof
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
Pass the brass then we break his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let KRS-One the violence
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm ya into submission
I'm gettin' busier ever before
Never more I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin' as 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 about the murdergram