Luyện nghe bài hát Judgement Day

[craig
Hah!
My said back when i was born
That you was warned so now your ass torn
(wake it up mack)
My is bonafide
on my bad side an mc on a high
Now we about to set off
Bass and funk (one two) send mc's up north
I had to fight with the mic
I the funk so dynamite
So parasite might wanna bite
Welcome to (welcome) beats that thump
Rhymes that's bumpin now at backdoor
Never figured mack got funk for (what)
When "project: funk da world" the brand new craze
(wake it up)
And can't get one line
the genuine take out deep max on your mind
I'ma hit you the boom pow
Bolder than moscow, mc's your now
it comes

Mc's. your is. now (now mc's)
your judgment day is now (it's time, here it comes)
Mc's. judgment is. (hahhh) now
As we get down - mc's judgment day is now
it comes, boyeee

Here the one they call king mc
If you're tired of those phony rhymes that be (fake)
I'm back with this deeper than minds of
Preachin better preacher up on an altar
(amen boy)
I feel that i pardoned, pardoned
No need for bad startin in my mc garden
(chomp chomp)
And kinda hungry tonight
So i pulls out the a fat rhyme to recite
I don't to boast but the most is me your host
On post, kickin flav til they (ghost)
Craig mack is here to
as a mountain bike on mc judgment day
(go ahead)
From now the earth's gone
In the game of rap, mc's ain't nothin but a pawn
(your move)
As the rap romps through town (through your town)
And mc's around, time to put your panties (put it down)

Mc's. judgment is. now (it's time)
Mc's your is now (mc's, check your clock, it's on)
(mc's) your judgment is. (hahhh) now (mack the dope)
Mc's your day is now (with the flav, gettin down)

It was a rumble tumble, i put the bee the bumble
Kickin wicked type of hyper, won't fumble (ahh)
I float a tugboat do
Watch the virus, mack the dope, affectin you
Is rap real? you can't deal, what's the
The badder the don is still gettin fatter
You be how it sound and shit
And have you dance i battle for the sponsorin
And you can thank bad boy for
A technique for mc's on the mat
Scat, scoot, pussy couldn't a louder hoop
When i pollute, the world with funk to the
Mad we bust, in god we trust
And mc's don't when ya turn back to dust
(ashes to ashes)
Mark the year, 1994. when mc's hit the

Mc's. judgment is. (hahhh) now
your judgment is now (final call, mc's, we get down)
Mc's. judgment is. (here comes the mack) now
(to house) mc's your judgment day is now, boyeee
(here it boyee, it's time, hahhh. ahahhhhhh, boyeee)