Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big the display 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 I'll take ya life, and take ya python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
I want pain that I can be
Talkin' about guns, punk, it alarm me
Got cash to make a whole damn army
I can't hold back the way that I
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off peels
Ya like cake, ya fruit cocktails
your title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't jack
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will sell than your whole tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got than just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; and take a drop
I bet ya teeth will end up the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your video; here's the real
Country accents; who do you think foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You knew 'cause ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now I come
To save the day and the now getting done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the you little fake
It's, out ya kitchen sink
Your a baby bottle, son
say they ain't, but I am the one
The slice is the fire, boy, it'll break ya
or heard 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he could move; a would get on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, bet ya none last
Cause they ain't stable or
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 don't me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't this
bitin' on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
Let's get and diss LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I can't you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I have that
You better in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in
you can stand on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' a funky drum with a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
Whether you're new or older than old
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You handle the format
Whether you're or swoon
or rugged, all I need is a broom
If I slay the way slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot rolls, beat ya with balamey
ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; I'll knock out your
We'll be fighting 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 then we his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let stop the violence
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm gettin' busier than before
Never will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
Video is poppin' over a
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then leave the lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans understand
Feel ya about the murdergram