Luyện nghe bài hát Beef Rap

Beef rap could lead to gettin capped
Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some crap
I suggest you change diet
It can lead to high pressure if you fry it

Or even a stroke, attack, heart disease
It ain't no startin back arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out, phony, until then know
They wouldn't be talkin bologna in the bullpen

So disgustin, pardon as I discuss this
They talk a wealth of shit and they never seen the justice
Bust this like a milk from out the toilet
Two batteries some Brillo and foil, he'll boil it

He be off on PC glued
And it's a so don't be in no TV mood
Every week it's meat, seaweed stewed

He a mask just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows gorgeous
dead joints hit the whips like bird shit
They need it like a hole in they or a third tit

Her bra smell, his say, aw, hell
Barred from all bars and out the Carvel
Keep a cooker where the jar
And keep a cheap hooker that's off the hook like Ma

Top bleeding, maybe took the loaded rod gears
Stop babies colored, sugar coated lard squares
The odd pairs and God fears
Even when it's rotten, we've gotten through the hard

I wrote this note around New
Off a a shots and a few beers, but who cares
Enough about me, it's the beats
Not the streets and who food he about to eat

A rhymin cannibal who's to kill, it's cynical
Whether is it animal, vegetable or
It's a how he get so lyrical
And proceed to the crowd like a old negro spiritual

For a do a commercial for Mello Yello
Tell 'em devil's hell, no, sell own Jello
We hollow krills, she pills
He follow flea collar, three dollar

And squeal for halal veal, in appeal
Dig the real, how the big ballers deal
Twirl a L every meal

up to all rappers, shut up with ya shuttin up
And keep your on, at least a button up
Yuck, is rhymers or strippin males?
Outta work jerks since they shut down

They chippin nails, doom, chippin
Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off sales
This one goes out to all my peoples bail
jail, whippin tail and sippin ale

Light the doobie til it glow like a
After they couldn't find the villain like Scooby
He's in the lab on some old Buddha shit
drunk shit and who'da thunk it

Punk, try and ask why be better
It could be the iron mask or the Cosby
Yes, you, who's by the dude on the CD nude