Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Say A Word

(Don't say a word) just let me get
(Don't say a word) just relax and
(Don't say a word) I'm the of ill lines
(Don't say a word) and all my and dimes
(Don't say a word) it quiet, yo, don't say a word, son
(Don't say a word) it quiet, yo, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) it quiet, son, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) it quiet, son

1]
Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that they try to keep
Till you dropped off label and your A&R fired
But real niggas like "That's Chino, around, he gonna burn ya"
For real, I'm like a dead body coming for its
Shit, you Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go 'head and live
Five years from now you'll be explaining to childrens what welfare is
I'm anxious to explain to my why Daddy famous
I keep womens mad 'cause I'm prettier than is
An old man, when ask what you did when you was young
You'll say you hated XL and carried a real big gun
(No more starvin') I seen more evolution than Darwin
Mental revolution physical attributes of Tarzan
I fold more papers than origami, you like Stymie
I'm feeling an autograph, so many dream of signing me
Vocab extensive and
Expose a flow so expensive it could drain a small country's economy
Commit a sodomy with a dime on Sodom who shot at me(?)
Rappers original, but sounding just like Nas to me
Odds are getting dropped my me, high like in Haiti's
Rips fully laced Madonna wardrobe in the '80s
is where they place these on the mount
You can hate me now, but you'll write with left hand like Steve Stoute
your mouth

2]
Yo, hey Detroit! me some love
Straight out of to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high
And you critics keep your mouths in it you questioned by the feds
My talent barely recognized like Kravitz without his
Sprinkle my all over Big Lez after I die
'Cause Chino the illest since I was juvenile, ha
I cash money, click, go to .380, put you in torment
Trigger finger got the realest flyer mileage on it
I'm coming in the club, women pulling on my clothes, froze
I'm the lyrical debt, everyone I
The illest of they fear, 'cause no rapper could stop me
I'm putting their on life support like Jody Watley's
I'm tired of S-curls, guest appearances and wack
You should've named your last album "What The For?"
I you ain't spitting them tough writtens out your mouth
Stay quiet like you Shan KRS was in the house
say a word

3]
I been rhyming since 1986, R&B wasn't feeling us
No rap on Train, motherfuck Don Cornelius
Now all loving us after all that we been through
You still think I have no beef like a Hindu?
I listen and laugh at your CD my crew
Sound like being a fake me is than being a real you
(Yo, is that it?) Hell naw, nigga, got to tell
I ain't feel your albums like I swam in
XL an you can't control
MCs changing release dates like they're prisoners denied parole
Yeah, I used to rock for props and not the amounts
Climbed the of success leaned against the wrong house
criminals, you so unfortunate
Only bid you ever did was on my old after I auctioned it
See me in the street and, bitch up
Keeping they mouth closed like they stitched up
say a word

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