Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

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

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

Yo, number one on the charts
a masquerade
Paid for billboard slots
You're a
Because the knows hot
You're a
livin' in a, you're livin' in a

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

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

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

Even though 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 connects wit M.O.P
And plays at your eulogy

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

Now the grimy lil' bastards 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 Clef whoever
We throw mack and that's to the death royalty
You youngster's better get before
You get a set back and get
it and that's that Clef

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

We still grip arms norm bound shit
The streets don't that watered down shit
Fam, we the whole stage
You wanna ride wit us we got road rage

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

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

R and B singer the and now barred
'Cause he been on booties of too young cuties
Got mo left
You punk niggas, we used to your 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' cocoa and wearin' long coats black
Hit 'em inch stilettos, tappin' through the ghetto
I can see it in your

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

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

Neary paneary you take 'em to the Middle East