Luyện nghe bài hát K. I. M.

Nah, nah, this out, yo

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

Esquire, for hire, with total rapid
Supplier to any Tom, Dick, Jerry
You chose the man to get the plan executed
I get the situation before you shoot it

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

The art then the craft, will split you in
I'm a Hurricane you a Genuine Draft
While you push a S-Class I'm riding on a
Uptown, naked, smokin' a bag with hash, it

Shut windows and lock your doors
Whores scream louder than Berrymore when I
And when me and my walk 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, the ways
My own Mix Tape DJ, I
You don't a clue when I'm doin ya who is he I gets busy, word up
Come now player look in my you think I'm bluffin'
A five year's span nuttin' into somethin'

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

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

K I M, K I M

PMD, the Purple Heart
Blow spot and left shrapnel
Then escaped in the Benz
Harder than an NFL tackle, to bite the Big Apple

Southpaw, raw I was a Sophomore
I met Jane in the corridor
The mentals, slash entrepreneur
With action than Roger Moore

your cabbage into coleslaw, with the four four
Spray on your glass jaw
Shatter it, with P is hazardous
Iced out Lazarus started and this

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

K I M, K I M

Keith Murray, the holder of the
Lyrical analyst, mental roller flower
Money folder, blower, MC over thrower
I flow witcha two at a time like

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

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

Lyrical sculpture create fly rap
Ninety eight Head banger boy, I told ya
Total chaos, helter skelter, run for
Here the lyrical brain melter

I be maxin' and relaxin', attractin'
more big ol' words than Jesse Jackson
My shit knock it, drive you crazy if you loan it
Man, I feel for my

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