Luyện nghe bài hát Doomsday

I to cop a lot
But never no drop
Hold mics pony tails, tight, and bob a lot
and stick around
Come and dig the sound
Of the fly brown six-o psycho who throws his dick around
to go three-plat
Came to rap
a intricate plot of a b-boy strapped
Femstat get kidnapped
Then release a statement to the press - let the rest know who did
Metal Fist claim responsibility
Broken name usually said in hostility
Um is MF? You silly
I'd like to "Mens to the End" for two milli'
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a audio daily
Rappers need to fall off just to me the trouble, yo
your own back
Came in and go out alone,
Stay in the zone H2O to Cognac
On Doomsday!
Ever since the 'til I'm back where my brother went
That's what my will say
above 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 not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk
Pop the trunk on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him left
God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF
Definition "super-villain": a who love children
One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as
While Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer
I'm trading fiction with my man the live lifer
A pied piper holler a rhyme, a and a dime
Do his thing, ring the white collar crime
Get out my face, askin' 'bout my case, toothpaste
Fresher mint, nigga get dentadent
And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn
Real mens mind their own
That's the difference between sissy-pissy that's double-dutch
How come I hold the double-clutch
C.O.'s make rounds, have 'ox found
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox'
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb 'til I'm back where my went
That's my tomb will say
Right my government, Dumile
unmarked or engraved, hey, who's 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 like they used to say"
Some M-er F-ers like how Sally walk
I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali
Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto
Nicknames off nipple and tip of metal fang
Known amongst for the bang-bang
amongst foes for flow with no talking orangutangs
Only gin and
out a rusty tin can
Me and this mic is like yin and
Clang! Crime don't pay, listen,
It's like me holding up the at the kissing booth
I her back to the truck, she was uncouth
Spittin' all out the sunroof, her missing tooth
But she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce
So I turned it up faster a speeding knife
Strong to please a wife
Able to drop today's math in the 48 of life
Cut the far as rap
the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing
What the devil? He's on another
a word! No, a name! MF the super villain!