Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

The is mad right now
'em why we mad
Rappers whatever you yourself
Pack bags and get out of town

'Cause I'm a down on thee with
Great vengeance and furious
Those who attempt to the hood
I'm a let y'all know the preacher's son is

Refugee, one time, one
MOP two time, two time, one
Bumpy knuckles now the is in trouble
on

Yo, you're one on the charts
You're a
for your billboard slots
You're a
Because the block hot
You're a
You're livin' in a, you're in a

I'm on first, so this a rap verse
It's more like a voodoo
So you die the kids'll throw rocks at ya hearse
you lie too much, you don't got no gut

At arm reach is ink
At your headpiece now you pissin' in briefs
Hold up, we saw you on your bet and MTV
A public access talkin' bout I'm a thug

You're an animal, a cannibal, you even hannibal
But when the blackout came no light for your
So welcome to the real world a spade is a spade
And I'm a call it I see it, you all living in a masquerade

Even though Jacob iced you out wit the
Money wit no that makes you a suspect
So you can't ride Brownsville
You want peace you call Churchill
If not, feel Clef he connects wit M.O.P family
And plays guitar at eulogy

You wanna claim you run the
a masquerade
Givin' to the cops
a masquerade
I you never seen a rock
livin' in a, you're livin' in a masquerade

Now the lil' bastards line up
up, I'm up
They say we dem dance to you how to get it crunk
I'm still plottin' wit Fox today I do it with Clef
We throw mack and that's to the death bless
You youngster's better get back
You get a set back and get
That's it and that's Clef

Hold that all that and fall back
I too much ass kick ass
To jewels, rock Prada
Gucci shoes, Timbs mo hotta

We still grip Brook norm bound shit
The streets don't want that down shit
Fam, we clear the whole
You don't wanna ride wit us we got rage

Now I'm a let my hood you
You're a
I bet you the dogs
a masquerade
I thought we and we rob
You're a
livin' in a
You're livin' in a

I'm hittin' sixteen
A murder, real murder,
This a facade
Niggas pumpin' fist like they punchin' at God
Over ten years rippin' MC I it hard
Don't me split yo chest and pull yo card

R and B the greatest and now barred
'Cause he been feelin' on of too young cuties
Got mo bombs
You punk niggas, we used to shake pumpy hands
You'll no arms left, you ain't a pimp
You ain't a mack, you keep bitches in the all day

I em on the track
Drinkin' and wearin' long mink coats black
Hit 'em twelve inch stilettos, tappin' the ghetto
I can see it in eyes

niggas you ain't a part of shakin' niggas hand
Shakin' heart, I keep the underground in shape
It never be soft, you make it like them
Fat naked turnin' me off

Now I'm a let my tell you
You're a
I bet you the dogs
a masquerade
I thought we and we rob
You're a
livin' in a, you're livin' in a

Neary paneary you take 'em to the Middle East