Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso with ya on the pill
Take a family snap shot, kiss ya
Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is
And I'll take ya life, and take ya like
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I want pain that I can be
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got cash to make a whole damn army
I can't hold back the way I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya off banana peels
Ya like cake, ya fruit cocktails
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 is back, and you can't escape
one of my records will sell more than your whole tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got more just 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 damage to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay wherever ya
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, the poor
Perpetrating in video; here's the real 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 the day and the now you're getting 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 is that 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 emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause ain't stable or able
And I bruise the party like cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can battle
coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you don't phase me
Listen and we can sound
out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you fall in the
I see ya no more
get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya might sell
I can't believe you found a dead
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't that
You better in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why in quicksand
you can stand on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I can't the suckers try to throw-down
Whether new or older than old town
kick back; I don't like a, psycho rap
You can't the format
you're 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 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 the thunder
You get I'll knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me like I wrote your
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' busier than 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 leave the lookin' as happy 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
ya weep about the murdergram