Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

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

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

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

I'm on first, so this a rap verse
It's more like a curse
So when you die the kids'll throw at ya hearse
'Cause you lie too much, you got no gut

At arm reach is ink
At your headpiece now you pissin' in your
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 scare hannibal
But when the blackout came no light for your
So welcome to the real world where a spade is a
And I'm a call it I see it, you all living in a masquerade

though Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no respect that makes you a
So you ride through Brownsville
You want peace you better call
If not, feel Clef when he wit M.O.P family
And plays guitar at your

You claim you run the block
a masquerade
Givin' to the cops
You're a
I mean you seen a rock
You're livin' in a, you're in a masquerade

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

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

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

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
You're in a
You're livin' in a

I'm sixteen bars
A murder, murder, baby
ain't a facade
Niggas pumpin' they fist like punchin' at God
Over ten years MC I bring it hard
Don't make me split yo chest and pull yo

R and B singer the and now barred
'Cause he been feelin' on of too young cuties
Got mo left
You punk niggas, we used to shake your pumpy
You'll have no arms left, you a pimp
You a mack, you keep bitches in the house all day

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

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

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

Neary paneary won't you take 'em to the Middle