Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of Picasso with ya on the pill
a family snap shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm 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 want pain that I can be
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole army
I hold back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya off banana peels
Ya like cake, ya fruit cocktails
First title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't sayin'
The ripper is back, and you escape
Cause one of my records will sell more than your tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got more than just J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, I'm poison; come and take 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 the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your video; here's the smoothing
Country who do you think 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 first sign of the you little fake
It's, comin' out ya kitchen
Your Mic's a bottle, son
Some say 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
he could move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya last
Cause they stable or able
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 still phase me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't this
Your bitin' on the door but when you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
get together and diss LL
Use his and ya records might sell
I can't believe you found a maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't that
You look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm rippin' a funky drum with a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I believe the suckers 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 or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I the way they slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the
Some of y'all are sittin' in
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with
Slap ya with salami, when 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
We'll be fighting lobby to the roof
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
Pass the knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let stop the violence
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm gettin' busier ever before
Never more will slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is over a Batman
you to shreds, tappin' you on the head
Then leave the 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 the murdergram