Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big the display is skill
I'm the type of with ya girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot, kiss ya
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 that I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it 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 like ya slippin' off peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya fruit
First your title, now I'm your female
All of a sudden you're so proud of a
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my records will sell more your whole tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got more than just Cool J
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and 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 rhyming at the
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, the poor
Perpetrating in your video; here's the real
accents; 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 the day and the now you're getting done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the you little fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, break ya
Servin' or heard a word occurred to him
he could move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, bet ya none last
they ain't stable or able
And I the party like jumper 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 phase me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but your ain't wack this
Your bitin' on the door but when you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no
Let's get and diss LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I believe you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all my name, I won't have that
You better look in the mirror and your plan
Why in quicksand
When you can stand on your own two
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum a big beat
Name the date and a or
Ya three year old
I can't believe the try to throw-down
Whether you're new or older than old
Just kick back; I don't a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
Whether swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, punk the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
Some of y'all are sittin' in
Plates of hot butter rolls, ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like
I make ya wonder why you don't hear bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; knock out your tooth
We'll be from lobby to the roof
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles 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 poppin' a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin' as happy as a wed
Give me a to spray
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a mailman and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya about the murdergram