Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Say A Word

(Don't say a word) let me get mines
(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 groupies and
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, yo, 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 dirty little secret that they try to keep quiet
Till you dropped off your and your A&R fired
But real niggas "That's Chino, fuck around, he gonna burn ya"
For real, I'm like a dead coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one per diem
Go 'head and live
Five years from now you'll be to your childrens what welfare is
I'm anxious to explain to my babies why famous
I keep womens mad 'cause I'm prettier they is
An old man, when they ask what you did when you was
say you hated Chino XL and carried a real big gun
(No more starvin') I seen evolution than Charles Darwin
Mental revolution with physical attributes of
I fold more than origami, playing you like Stymie
I'm feeling like an autograph, so many of signing me
Vocab extensive and
Expose a flow so expensive it could a small Latin country's economy
Commit a verbal sodomy with a on Sodom who shot at me(?)
Rappers claiming original, but sounding just Nas to me
Odds are getting dropped my me, high like Pras in
Rips fully laced like wardrobe in the '80s
Museum is where they these on the mount
You can hate me now, but you'll write your left hand like Steve Stoute
Shut your

2]
Yo, hey Detroit! Show me some
out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you by the feds
My talent barely like Kravitz without his dreads
my ashes all over Big Lez after I die
'Cause Chino been the since I was juvenile, ha
I make cash money, click, go to .380, put you in
Trigger finger got the realest frequent mileage on it
I'm coming in the club, keep women pulling on my clothes,
I'm the debt, everyone I C-E-Os/see-he-owes
The illest of flows they fear, 'cause no rapper could me
I'm putting their careers on life support like Watley's
I'm tired of S-curls, appearances and wack tours
You should've named your last "What The Fuck For?"
I hope you ain't spitting them tough out your mouth
Stay quiet like you Shan when KRS was in the
say a word

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

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