Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of 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 that I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole army
I can't hold the way that I feel
Cause I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya cocktails
First your title, now I'm takin' your
All of a sudden you're so proud of a
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
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 Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and take a
I bet ya teeth end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized damage to a
And I'm a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you you're foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only knew 'cause ya onto your
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now I come
To save the day and the now you're getting
a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The first of the battle 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 a word occurred to him
Then he could a would get moved on
Like a blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause they ain't or able
And I bruise the party like jumper
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 don't phase me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't this
Your bitin' on the castle door but you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no
Let's get together and LL
Use his and ya records might sell
I believe you found a dead 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
the date and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the try to throw-down
Whether you're new or older than old
Just kick I don't like a, psycho rap
You can't the format
Whether swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the
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 pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear
But you feel the
You get cooked; I'll knock out your
We'll be from lobby to the roof
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(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
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' busier ever before
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
is poppin' over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
Then leave the battle as happy as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya weep the murdergram