Luyện nghe bài hát Boom Get Chopped

I'm of it
Me to
Stop
here is for the
Tan shade man the braid's
Stop playin' me
I'm of it
Fake wanna be
Flip on this nine clip

{verse one: boy}

Now you know this not some drink's
I'm so deaf then the def. jam
Open that clip, now up like I'm firm
I'm a super rap rapper
makin' snappers
Hand's clapper, my chopper got'cha
I'm on the first emergency
me, mister I'm sick, I'm jump for joy
But quickly, in my disguise to finish the
Ya see, I'm on track, can ya get with that?
No, you's a hoe, a hoe mystikal!
I pack ya up there's nothin' to be
Down a street, steady re-loadin' my weapon
Like a knuckle, and my soldiers I mean shoes
I mentally retaliate, ya think ya
You not gonna bounce, you not bow
Hoe you on my dick, but umm
I like the way you yelllla!
'cause, you be sweatin' so hard you need or four towels
I to shoot you in yo head, I wanted to see some
Bloody bread, somebody in the crowd
Girl, boy dead fuck him!
He was a anyway
You could play it off hoe, you was really gay
'cause you break yo self but you can't break me
'cause I'm a real fuckin' with u.n.l.v.
With the umm, flower, you know what
the floor up, with the dirt rapper
I'm the rap master, I'm comin' to chop ya!
With my you out style, that I practice
Like gymnastics', I'm a static phonetic
I'm out the attic, with the all black
Bringin' much racket, ya fagot
Worse then that standin' I say
Hoe stop playin' me!

We here him in his track's
Show him I'm ruthless
Boom, get chopped!
We to stop him in his track's
Got to get my name
get chopped!

Verse two: { ya}

How bitches fuck with
Million dollar nigga's how ya
all good for you to stroll through my hood
V.l. suspicious rock's at yo shit and
If they had k's they and leave you
Dead as a bitch! what of nigga want's
To walk around here in
What happened to the chuck's, and the fad's
blade in my pocket, when I see ya I'm a cut yo hair
No matter where, it's you don't want to see
The y-a get into yo shit nigga dick sucker!
Whoa flippin' motherfucker michael jackson
You read for go suck a dick nigga
Reach around the whole third hit ass
Picture me and you in a two man
You washin' draw's takin' my
Dick leanin' on the now mystikal you bitch you
Remember you said you wasn't gonna bow
You the "u"

Third verse:

Criminal you been defined
As the fakest motherfucker in the down area
I think your through a phaze
What made ya, around and talk shit
Your rhymes and you personally fit
Now wait a minute, remember that
You got on soul
You got the chance, and didn't represent man
You faked the funk, actin' a straight punk
Check it out, they thought you was us
The motherfucker up
around, had a fuckin' glitter glove
Now, can you tell me what the nigga
Was of?
I'm here to you in yo track's
The shit you do, be I'm fat
Shit's I done all ready stacked
Tellin' me that the wide
But you know, I know,
You don't want the nation to know
You's a hoe! fuck the treaty
You this, where's my all black clothes and
My all beanie, I play it pinnately style
ya gutless, leavin' ya buttless
We put together the bomb
Half this shit you touch this,
You best's to stick to jumpin'
the area first down, 'cause I'm the hound and
You the clown, now the sweet from my neck
'cause you nothin' but a bitch