Luyện nghe bài hát Doomsday

I to cop a lot
But never copped no
Hold mics like tails, tight, and bob a lot
Stop and stick
Come and dig the sound
Of the fly brown six-o sicko who throws his dick around
to go three-plat
Came to rap
It's a intricate plot of a strapped
cats get kidnapped
Then release a statement to the press - let the rest know who did
Metal Fist claim responsibility
Broken household name usually in hostility
Um is MF? You silly
I'd like to take "Mens to the End" for two
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a audio daily
Rappers need to off just to save me the trouble, yo
Watch own back
Came in and go out alone,
Stay in the zone H2O to Cognac
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb 'til I'm back where my brother
That's what my will say
Right my government, Dumille
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to
I wrote this one in B.C. D.C.
If you don't believe me, go get and check then
number 17, up under the top bunk
I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop
Pop the on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him left scraped
God forbid, if ain't no escape, blame MF tape
Definition "super-villain": a killer who love
One who is in destruction, as well as building
While Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer
I'm science fiction with my man the live lifer
A piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime
Do his thing, ring around the white collar
Get out my face, askin' 'bout my case, need
mint, monkey-style nigga get dentadent
And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas witness
mens mind their own business
That's the difference sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch
How come I hold the microphone
C.O.'s make rounds, never have 'ox
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox'
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb 'til I'm back my brother went
That's what my tomb say
Right above my government,
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, to say?

Every the womb 'til I'm back to the essence
Read it off the
Either engraved or unmarked grave, to say?
Pass the mic like "Pass the peas they used to say"
Some F-ers don't like how Sally walk
I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali
Never let her interfere with the ghetto slang
Nicknames off nipple and tip of nipples fang
Known amongst hoes for the
Known amongst foes for flow with no talking
gin and Tang
Guzzled out a tin can
Me and mic is like yin and yang
Clang! Crime don't pay, listen,
It's like me holding up the line at the kissing
I took her to the truck, she was uncouth
Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her missing
But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Joyce
So I turned it up than a speeding knife
enough to please a wife
Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of
Cut the far as rap
Touch the mic, get the same thing a will do to you for stealing
What the devil? He's on another
a word! No, a name! MF the super villain!