Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' More Music

(INTRO)
is the season...
To fear black men, hell black men period.
Espically while they themselves.
It is contagous, this virus, violence. (splatter his blood)
What did (splatter his blood) you just say?
Is he (splatter his blood)
I under(splatter his blood)stand this.
you know...

Esham's back with another wicket
Some old wicket and all that
A new era, bring the terror plus the funk
You rock me so dont try to copy my format
Like liquid but it's acid rap
I'm a soloist so no one has to it back
You get rid of me, I'm the epitomy
Suckaz dont me 'cause they aint shit to me
See I get funky like dog
And dont step to me raw I aint havin it
And if I see a I'm grabbin it
And like a knife to your mind I'm it
The U-N-H-O-L-Y fuckin it up
Now I'm in system so how you gonna play me, PUNK
I drop the funk a bad habit
You still chasin after tricks like a rabbit
Show to the motherfuckin man
'cause I'm makin more music then your can stand.

(CHORUS)
Makin music then your body can stand
this, Music...
Makin music then your body can stand
If...you...feel...good....I'm your

I'm like a gypsy a crystal ball
And I've the future for all of ya'll
And it state's that I got a life long
To kick the wicket shit and I'll get in heaven's gates
Twelve plates like brimstone
And dont play my alone
'cause the devils in my
Musical madness finna self
The devil is my logo, but it's Life Product
mic one, two, then send a shout to
All the brothaz down the RLP crew
Only real rock real shit
But dont fucker 'cause you how ill I can get
I put bit after bit hit after hit
And if your down with then your sayin that's the shit
Grab the microphone and it like a gan
'cause I'm makin more music then body can stand

(CHORUS)
more music then your body can stand
this, Music...
Makin more music then your body can
If...you...feel...good....I'm your

The radio say I'm 'cause I flow freestyle
So pop my in and fuck the radio dial
They wont play me I be the Unholy
Now how dat
So I had to go
Now you got the devil
On a level
Bass and
Now tryin put my records on freeze
But they cant touch so nigga nigga please
Get fore I get my backpack
Esham's gunnin the whole wackpack
You can run, but you hide
The way out is suicide
Through the rythym, throat's I'm em
And if ask me how I did em
say I let the rythym hit em
No rapper can fuck me
'cause days a week I be

(CHORUS)
Makin more then your body can stand
this, Music...
Makin more music then your can stand
If...you...feel...good....I'm maaan