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 the medical examiner
One verse then you're out for the
Bring the ammonia make sure he the right amount

Wake him up and I ask him, "Why did he intend this?"
to get an ass kickin' so tremendous
Boy you shouldn't this
Leave me alone the son said, G or he'll be fatherless!

I got the asiatic flow mixed with
Roll up on the scene like the count of Monte
And MC's start to
I stepped up to a jet black kid, started Spanish

Yo he from Panama
I asked him how he get so dark, the said, "Suntama"
He so fast, you made me laugh
Ha ha ha haa, I scared his ass

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

I watch ass take a big fall, why?
My main source is like a friendly of stick ball
And as you up to bat mana dn I play the riddler
You try to do me for a rhyme I'll change to Hitler

Go out Nazi, you'll be wishin your fuckin' ass stayed
Home and yahtzee!
Or watchin' Days' sweatin' 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 seven
Now picture that a Minolta
Have your ass doin' some Fever' shit like John Travolta

I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the
And rock on from p.m. past the dawn
Pass the hammer you're down, niggaz grab my what, what
Can't it, here's the panaroma

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

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

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

don't be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a Motown
I used to all the time when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda went for broke

With visually concepts strongest rhymes and
Lyrically speakin', three to four then choke
think they be harmin' this, claimin' they be bombin' this
But they still remains

I strings like Jimi Hendrix
Ride beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I the truth to the youth, I say, "Hey youth
Here's the truth, better start bullet proof"
Arm yourself a shield
Before you get trapped up just like the children in the