Luyện nghe bài hát Kick In The Door

Your reign on the top was short like
As I crush willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast, ramadan
Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, Poppa
You got ta, call me, M.H. White
In tank-light totes, tote
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and firin
Keep extra clips for shit
Who's next to flip, on that cat that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em!", baby
Ain't no telling I may be
May see me in D.C. at Homecoming
With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking
You should my steelo
Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a
To orgies with hoes I seen before
So, Jesus, get off the
Penis, before I and bust
If the beef us, we can settle it
the chrome and metal shit
I it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who ya?
You still pedal shit, I got more rides Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you do it?"

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you heard was Poppa hit me no more

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you heard was don't hit me no more

in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no

in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa hit me no more

On ya mark, get set, I spark, ya wet
Look how it get, when ya marked with death
Should I start breath should I let you die
In fear you to cry, ask why
Lyrically, I'm worser, front the word sick
You it, but rehearsed it
I drop like bird shit
You herbs get, stuck quickly for and show money
Don't forget the publishing, I punish em, I'm done with
Son, I'm you run with them
I they got cum in them, cause they, nothing but dicks
to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, sick
Got pay off my flow, rhyme my own click
Take trips to Cairo, laying with yo
I know you praying you was rich, fucking
I see ya I'ma

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no

Kick in the door, waving the
All you heard was don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you was Poppa don't hit me no more

This goes out for those choose to use
Disrespectful views on the of NY
Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in eye
Now ya Braille in it, stash light shit, or scalin it
Conscience of ya nonsense in
Sold powder than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel Bronson, vigilante
You want to get on son, you to ask me
Ain't no other in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my
One shot, they
Its ill when, MC's to be on cruddy shit
home, Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit, successful out the
They light weight, fragilly, my nine
Make the white shake, why my money never funny
And you still recouping,