Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the of Picasso with ya girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot, ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the is right
And take ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I want pain that I can be
Talkin' about guns, punk, it don't me
Got cash to make a whole damn army
I hold back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya fruit
First your title, now I'm your female
All of a you're 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 records will sell than your whole tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got more than just 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 civilized damage to a
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, invading the
Perpetrating in your video; here's the smoothing
Country accents; who do you you're foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only knew 'cause ya onto raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The 31, and, but now here I come
To save the day and the now you're getting
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first of the battle you little fake
It's, comin' out ya kitchen
Your Mic's a bottle, son
say they ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, break ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a word to him
Then he move; a would get moved on
a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause ain't 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 don't me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you fall in the
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 have that
You better look in the and re-think your plan
Why in quicksand
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya three year old
I can't believe the suckers try to
you're new or older than old town
Just kick back; I don't like a, rap
You handle the format
Whether swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way they slay, play the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
Some of y'all are sittin' in
Plates of hot rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like
Then I ya wonder why you don't hear bass
But you feel the
You get I'll knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me like I your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
Pass the brass then we break his jaw
I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let stop the violence
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm ya into submission
I'm gettin' than ever before
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
Video is over a Batman
you to shreds, tappin' 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 about the murdergram