Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish

Yeah, the MC in the motherfuckin'
House, you know what I'm
The Compton maniac, here to your ass
off real proper, you know what I'm sayin', damn

Suckers, I go for broke so don't choke on the
'Cause if I hit the chronic, Eiht the rap bionic
So enough with that punk shit, with fucked up lyrics
You can't the gift like it should be shot
Gots no hearts, ass marks, don't start, you'll get got
And at the end of the trail is what's
Is a motherfucker who done simped to death

So if ya got static, go and up your army
be a short ass punk trying to harm me
I bet you sorry MC's seen this
A sucker hung up by his penis
So watch out for a on the gank
'Cause while lynchin', I'm takin' money to the bank
And it's the MC Eiht on your list
Commence to killin' you off, you your def wish

I'll you famous, now when I go for my gun
You start shooting, you are dead

Phase two, it's the who be taxin'
Runnin' punks like my brother Bo Jackson
As your on freeze frame your chicken
It's the Eiht double M and I'll stickin'
All that pay shit is in effect
'Cause I'm the a brother who'll blast your ass, check
So if your my lyrics, then fool you'll pay
As you commence to say 'em, you'll get tooth

So give up to the psycho
me Quik will mean you get the duck sick quick
Not a funny man, but still I surprises
are deadly plagues, the death toll rises
So now your shit outta with your rhyme scheme
And now I your punk ass in your bad dreams
Another on my list, one more punk ass fool with a def wish

right on time
I'll you famous, now when I go for my gun
You shooting [Incomprehensible], then you are dead

Now say your prayers, because it's difficult to get this
I'll haunt studio, become your ghost lyricist
No mistakes I make, so fake
You's as sorry as fuck, so jump ass out a cake
Don't try to bargain with the maestro
On the stage I'm in a rage with a show

The capital E, the I, the capital H, the capital T, down MC
Mike T is the down with me
Suckers got static, goes the G-A-T
So a step up and play for the rhythm
From Compton boy and this is I give 'em
A blast from the gat for talkin' that junk
Feel like handlin' the business smoke the punk

I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my
And don't be no hero in the western days
At sundown, you'll your luck and try to shoot me
Grab your davey Crocket, I'll grab my Uzi
And after all that, you'll be R.I.P.
If you fuck me, fool, there's your def wish

Yeah, you know what I'm
MC Eiht steppin' to the 91
My DJ T's in the motherfuckin' house
Down with the DJ Bolo, and Unknown,

on time, I'll make you famous, then you are dead