Luyện nghe bài hát Beef Rap

Beef rap could lead to teeth capped
Or even a for mom dukes on some grief crap
I suggest you change your
It can to high blood pressure if you fry it

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

So disgustin, pardon self as I this
talk a wealth of shit and they ain't never seen the justice
Bust this like a cold milk out the toilet
Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'll it

He be off on PC glued
And it's a feud so be in no TV mood
Every week it's mystery meat, stewed

He a mask just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows that's
Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird
need it like a hole in they head or a third tit

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

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

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

A rhymin cannibal who's dressed to kill, it's
is it animal, vegetable or mineral
It's a how he get so lyrical
And to move 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 krills, she swallow pills
He follow flea collar, dollar bills

And squeal for halal veal, in y'all
Dig the real, it's how the big ballers
Twirl a L after every

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

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

Light the doobie til it glow a ruby
which they couldn't find the villain like Scooby
He's in the lab on old Buddha Monk shit
Overproof drunk shit and thunk it

Punk, try and ask why ours be
It could be the iron or the Cosby sweater
Yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD