Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

The streets is mad now
'em why we mad
Rappers whatever you yourself
Pack your and get out of town

'Cause I'm a strike on thee with
vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the
I'm a let y'all know the preacher's son is

Refugee, one time, one
MOP two time, two time, one
Bumpy knuckles now the is in trouble
on

Yo, you're one on the charts
You're a
Paid for your billboard
You're a
Because the knows hot
a masquerade
You're in a, you're livin' in a

I'm on first, so this ain't a rap
It's more like a voodoo
So when you die the kids'll rocks at ya hearse
'Cause you lie too much, you got no gut

At arm reach is ink
At your headpiece now you pissin' in your
up, we just saw you on your bet and MTV
A public access talkin' bout I'm a thug

You're an animal, a cannibal, you even scare
But when the came no light for your candle
So welcome to the real where a spade is a spade
And I'm a call it like I see it, you all living in a

Even Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no that makes you a suspect
So you can't ride through
You want peace you better Churchill
If not, feel Clef when he wit M.O.P family
And plays at your eulogy

You claim you run the block
a masquerade
Givin' information to the
You're a
I mean you never a rock
You're livin' in a, you're in a masquerade

Now the grimy lil' line up
up, I'm up
They say we dem dance to show you how to get it
I'm still plottin' wit Fox today I do it with whoever
We throw and that's to the death bless royalty
You youngster's better get before
You get a set and get clapped
That's it and that's Clef

Hold that take all that and back
I kick too much ass ass
To jewels, rock Prada
Fuck Gucci shoes, Timbs mo

We still grip arms Brook norm shit
The streets don't want that watered down
Fam, we the whole stage
You don't wanna ride wit us we got rage

Now I'm a let my hood you
You're a
I bet you feedin' the
a masquerade
I thought we and we rob
a masquerade
You're in a
You're livin' in a

I'm hittin' bars
A murder, real murder,
ain't a facade
Niggas pumpin' they fist they punchin' at God
Over ten years MC I bring it hard
Don't make me split yo chest and pull yo

R and B the greatest and now barred
'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too young
Got mo bombs
You niggas, we used to shake your pumpy hands
You'll have no arms left, you a pimp
You ain't a mack, you keep bitches in the all day

I em on the track
cocoa and wearin' long mink coats black
Hit 'em twelve inch stilettos, tappin' the ghetto
I can see it in your

Little niggas you ain't a of shakin' niggas hand
Shakin' niggas heart, I the underground in shape
It never be soft, you wanna make it like
Fat naked turnin' me off

Now I'm a let my tell you
You're a
I bet you feedin' the
You're a
I we still and we rob
a masquerade
You're livin' in a, you're in a

Neary paneary you take 'em to the Middle East