Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish

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

Suckers, I go for so don't choke on the smoke
if I hit the chronic, Eiht starts the rap bionic
So enough with that punk shit, your fucked up lyrics
You can't shoot the 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 left
Is a sucker motherfucker who done to death

So if ya got static, go and gather up your
You'll be a short ass punk trying to me
I bet you sorry MC's never this
A sucker punk hung up by his
So out for a sucker on the gank
'Cause while Compton's lynchin', I'm money to the bank
And the MC Eiht on your shit list
Commence to killin' you off, you your def wish

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

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

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

[Incomprehensible] on time
make you famous, now when I go for my gun
You start [Incomprehensible], then you are dead

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

The E, the capital I, the capital H, the capital T, down MC
Mike T is the down with me
Suckers got static, here the G-A-T
So take a step up and for the rhythm
From Compton boy and is what I give 'em
A blast from the gat just for that junk
Feel like handlin' the business might 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 press luck and try to shoot me
Grab your davey Crocket, grab my gangsta Uzi
And all that, you'll still 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 mike T's in the motherfuckin'
Down the DJ Bolo, and Unknown, yeah

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