Luyện nghe bài hát Die Another Day

Lord us, my peoples bein' raped (uh)
Deliver me from and I sell his devils faith
Lets take a closer look at what's happenin'
He wants you to believe that it was all rappin'
And all I try to do is open up my niggas
It about me and Em, you gotta realise
It's just a smokescreen, my niggas a bigger picture
I want the to pay attention cause I'm ridin' with ya
This credibility is what we for
Then why the hoods sellin' units no more (tell me why)
Labels actin' like it's so they say so
EPMD was always gold with no
Now it's time to turn the prophesy, up
Marshall gotta die, rise up
No choise, the only way we gonna turn this shit
Is put this little in the ground
And this so cald kings, steady at eachother
Do songs with the devil, they fightin' with there brothers
a house, fuckin' pitiful, we always just some drama
Let 'em slide through then devide, conquer
And every plantation got a a house niggas
D12, Shady Records just a bunch of house
Trice, is for security in your front lobby
Better call the secret service, if you gonna me (blaah)
Paul Rosenberg, you fat pig
I'm holdin you responsable for this bitch did (kill ya)
Cause you call me up, try to cop or
As far as I'm concerned you both gonna (bitch)
Talkin' bout he fight, please
Let's set that shit up so I can drop him to his knees
You let a clown you, how insane is that
You let em tonguekiss wife when you had a gat
How you gonna have a gun no bullets
Oh worry cause when I see you I'm gonna pul it (blaah)
You dyed ya blond, I'm a make it red
How you gonna sell records when you dead
make you pay for that bullshit you talkin'
I'm hard in the streets of New York and
ask Chuck how we ran 'em outta Boston
He should have killed left in the coffin
And you better keep my kids out ya mouth
Before I put a in yo' mutherfuckin' mouth
Tell Haley it ain't no more (nah)
Daddy better yo' back at the candystore
We up, resort to plan B
Fuck around she and up like Jon Ramsey (that's right)
Matter of fact you better the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and where's your Kim anyway
She's on her knees somewhere 50 Cent
I know you wishin' you were there you on his dick
You in drag, you huggin' up on Elton John
You closet fag, I'm a you a little punk
You the rap david doer the rap
The coacher stealer, ain't with ya
I'm the rap Hewey, the rap Malcolm, the rap
Don't I'm a finish what we started
And everybody who wanna scream Pac's
You don't make a difference, you in it for the
Cause if Pac was livin', he would shoot this alive
But I'm a do it for him, if the hood must
You sleep five O, you walk with the feds
Better the lights on, when they tuck you into bed
Cause I'm a get yo' silly ass, out where you lay
When Debbie set you up you gonna die day