Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

Peace, peace!
Dirty, ol bastard
The Genius!
The

I'll the mic and now I damage you
Cut your whole stamina, here comes the examiner
One verse you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia make he sniffs the right amount

Wake him up and then I ask him, "Why did he this?"
to get an ass kickin' so tremendous
Boy you bother this
Leave me alone like the son said, G or be fatherless!

I got the asiatic flow mixed disco
Roll up on the like the count of Monte Crisco
And start to vanish
I stepped up to a jet black kid, started Spanish

Yo he wasn't from
I him how he get so dark, the nigga said, "Suntama"
He responded so fast, you made me
Ha ha ha haa, then I his ass

Kick the hundred strongest rhymes, I out the punk in him
Caught him a strong five deadly venom
Told him the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll the shit you bring

I watch your ass take a big fall,
My main source is like a friendly game of stick
And as you step up to bat mana dn I the riddler
You try to do me for a rhyme then I'll to Hitler

Go out Nazi, you'll be wishin your fuckin' ass stayed
and played yahtzee!
Or watchin' 'Happy Days' Poxie
Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi

Wu, who? Me gettin so I'm through
Like a ten and a half foot, gettin' in a shoe
Now picture with a Minolta
your ass doin' some 'Night Fever' shit like John Travolta

I come strong I knowledge born, I flip the script
And rock on p.m. past the fucking dawn
Pass the hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what,
understand it, here's the panaroma

A view of how I defeat you
Should of to those fuckin' kids who tried to beat you
I bust that ass before
You ran to and came back but forgot the chainsaw!

And want to a massacre
Better be with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the person who did 'em, well you better
So I'm stepping to your ass jetta

Put the pedal to the
You and your DJ change your to Ma and Pa Kettle
As I pass the bone, kicks every measure
not a Newport but it's still live with pleasure

C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of
up in a Motown Philly
I used to write all the time I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda like went for

With visually concepts rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin', three to four then choke
Some think they be this, claimin' they be bombin' this
But they remains anonymous

I pull strings like Jimi
Ride more beats that go backs to the of Eddie Kendricks
I teach the to the youth, I say, "Hey youth
the truth, better start wearing bullet proof"
Arm with a shield
Before you get up just like the children in the cornfield