Luyện nghe bài hát K. I. M.

Nah, nah, check out, yo

I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers,
The Dutch Coronas, irons without permits
Repertoire long faced murderer's the
Black Bruce Willis mix tape

Esquire, for hire, with total fire
Supplier to any Tom, Dick, Maguire
You chose the right man to get the plan
I get the situation happenin' before you it

director, surprise you like guess what?
The hotter I spit I'm trippin' off detectors
Who next up to get up, I don't pop corks
I pop New York with a dot till

The art the craft, will split you in half
I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Draft
While you a S-Class I'm riding on a giraffe
Uptown, naked, smokin' a bag hash, check it

Shut your windows and lock your
Whores scream louder than Berrymore when I
And when me and my crew we walk on all fours
dogs, packed in a black Yukon

K I M, K I M

John Blaze, I y'all niggaz rockin' for days
Boriquas, to eses, around the
My own Mix DJ, I Flex
You have a clue when I'm doin ya who is he I gets busy, word up
Come now player look in my eyes you I'm bluffin'
A five year's span turned nuttin' into

And don't get familiar, your entourage don't be
Feelin' ya, behind back they straight killin' ya
(Who am I?)
The Ex banger bad motherfucker
on Friday with Chris Tucker
I be a Head banger to my last breath
Even Jermaine Dupri I'm So So Def

K A, Shawn Mims, I from a long line of Geechies
Who care, blow Lo Luchinis
I transform Spawn, takes no time
For me to get on, to the break of dawn,

K I M, K I M

PMD, the Purple admiral
Blow your spot and left
Then in the Benz capsule
Harder an NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple

Southpaw, raw since I was a
Before I met Jane in the
The mentals, rapper slash
With more action than Moore

Turn your cabbage into coleslaw, with the four
Spray Windex on glass jaw
Shatter it, fuckin' P is hazardous
Iced out Lazarus and manufactured this

My wild like the Manimals on Geographic
Smash you on some crab shit
EPMD's the group the Squadron is the
Transmit, lyrical grit, to shift 'cause I'm

K I M, K I M

Murray, the holder of the boulder
Lyrical analyst, roller coaster flower
Money folder, track blower, MC thrower
I flow witcha two at a like Noah

I goes off to the beat, on the edge of
And kick rhymes in my and battle mortality
Finally, every know Keith
Y'all egotistical simple niggaz is pitiful and weak

I'll you a G a week for life, if you can defeat me
I kick poetry at a high rate of
At static, lyrical
Smokin', like a dog, breathin' like an asthmatic

Lyrical sculpture fly rap sculpture
Ninety Head banger boy, yeah I told ya
Total chaos, skelter, run for shelter
Here comes the lyrical brain

I be and relaxin', attractin' action
more big ol' words than Jesse Jackson
My shit knock don't it, drive you crazy if you it
Man, I feel for my

K I M, K I M
K I M, K I M