Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Iz Enuff

Yo, my is in the house
Terra, Herb Mcgruff, bless
Big twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, and Mike
And I'ma set it like

Aiyo, folks who quote I wrote get choked
You better surrender before you get
You niggas be thinkin' kid is a joke?
I put to rest fast, when my Smith Wes' blast
So just or trespass and get your chest smashed

Rap New York rules, I sport and extort crews
Don't get me pissed, I got a fuse
I go bezerk I put in work or do dirt, jerk
So stay alert, no smoke, 'cause knuckles hurt
I'm the alley, not the valley

I'm hotter than Cali, wicked Harry
And Sally, I rather marry Halle
I crowds with live styles, don't hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, I'm 5
Well, I'm flav, and I was down the crime wave

Now it's time saved, yo, 'cause now I'm a slave
In '87 I cracks, collected some dough stacks
Hold gats, a got his soul taxed
N O rated, rappers you no it
Tell the terra to rotate it, his raps are gold

This nigga is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter
Ass brother, I leave your trash gutter
I'm more rare, the MC in warfare
Put you in a morgue it's too late for that Lord prayer
Power struck, Terra the follow up
Sour luck, niggas got and and swallow nuts

For those that don't know, yo, I'm Mcgruff
I'm on some murder
And when I talk word is ruff
on this and get beat bad
With big bats that bruise, bones
wind up bloody in a bodybag

MC's are live, but I'm mad
Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky than a Afghan cab
to this and get sliced with ease
Ate up like and peas
(Herb, can you fight?)
Yo, I'm nice with

Ask the in my last 'bout
He I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out
Microphones I tear
to big l, straight from Hell
I'm the fuck up here

Aiyo, time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I the mic like it's plastic
I rag 'cause I'm bad news
In a mad I'm servin' brothers quicker than fast food
to this and get your body blown

'Cause I'm a nomaticom for poems I slide the home
some advice, I'm mad nice
Aiyo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice and cold take a fag's
My melon got niggas jealin'
Aiyo, fuck bribes, I'm takin' niggas lives like a

Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, I drops in
The top ten is rocked it's locked in
I just abuse the flow, don't need a to blow
Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I kill the show
I got lines that's deeper than a
no frail, kids get nailed and read Braille when they fail

Yeah, ain't I nasty, too nasty to me
me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me
You'd get bumped off if beef ever off
I never come soft, I gotta that sawed off
And when I let slugs out, you get rugged out
For dissin', you come up like a cup scout

Rappers be like flesh, 'cause they section's 80 slaughter, son
Talk about nines and tecs, and never shot a
But Killa Kam, I get erratic when it comes to
There you have it, a trigger with a automatic
the peace that cease 'cause once I release

My crew from the east, we leavin' at
20 deceased, it's the beast on attack
So make tracks, I break
I jack with def and black macs
On lennox ave ain't no looks, you fight crooks
and right hooks, if you front, get your life took

I'm havin' nail sharp pains in my brain like a
I'm blazin' trails jail cells, so a trailblazer
Who find crime and fill the nine with but lead
Boom, bye, bye, dem another batty boy dead
In backyard alleys, but I call 'em valleys

And I pack more rallys riots back in cali
And people know the reason why I blow my fuse
I'm in a and I'm so confused
seein' heads shake so many times the lead make
And Mike Boogie's next up, and keep my head

I should never rhyme 'cause every time I step a contest
Kids evacuate the premises it's a bomb threat
'Cause they know when I start droppin'
That I be knockin' domes, bones and
Sendin' niggas, home
Word to god, it's kinda hard for a fag to this

So if you're to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches
And niggas, I dont' a gun for you, none of you
I can kill you dead with the lead from my no 2
And death in every paragraph
And niggas learn when I they muthafuckin' ass to ash
No need to question am I nice, 'cause a fact, friend

I shoot the gift like santa clause a mac 10
And ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlife, they ain't no for Mike
Now I'm bout to skate in a rush, just makin' it tough
Peace to big l, aiyo, 8 is
True,

And I get up outta here
I gotta say peace to D and short man
Brothers was there since the beginning
What's up to rockin' wheel from the hard pack
Peace to mase murder and the B B O

The best out crew, the M and M
And all the other crews representin' in Harlem
You know what I'm sayin'? And but not least
I gotta say peace to the 139th street N F L
My crew, up