Luyện nghe bài hát Kick In The Door

Your reign on the top was like leprechauns
As I crush willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast, ramadan
Its rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa
You got ta, call me, Francis M.H.
In tank-light totes, tote
Was in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin
Keep clips for extra shit
Who's to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em!", baby
no telling where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Homecoming
my man Capone, dumbing, fucking something
You should know my
Went from ten G's for to thirty G's a show
To orgies with hoes I seen before
So, Jesus, get off the
Penis, I squeeze and bust
If the between us, we can settle it
the chrome and metal shit
I make it hot, a kettle get
delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal shit, I got rides than Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you do it?"

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

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

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

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

On ya mark, get set, I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, when ya marked death
Should I your 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 unexpectedly like bird shit
You herbs get, stuck quickly for royalties and money
Don't forget the publishing, I punish em, I'm done them
Son, I'm surprised you run with
I think they got cum in them, cause they, nothing but
Trying to blow up nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro diamonds, that's sick
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own
trips to Cairo, laying with yo bitch
I know you praying you was rich, fucking
When I see ya

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 was Poppa don't hit me no more

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

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

This goes out for that choose to use
Disrespectful on the King of NY
Fuck that, why try, throw in your eye
Now ya Braille in it, stash that shit, or scalin it
Conscience of ya in eighty-eight
Sold more powder Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson,
You to get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no king in this rap thing
They siblings, but my children
One shot, they
Its ill when, used to be on cruddy shit
Took home, Ready to Die, listened, shit
Now they on some money shit, out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine
Make the white shake, that's why my money never
And you recouping, stupid