Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

I'm a strike down on thee with
Great vengeance and anger
who attempt to poison the hood
I'm a let y'all know the son is back

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

Yo, number one on the charts
a masquerade
Paid for your slots
You're a
the block knows 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 curse
So when you die the kids'll throw at ya hearse
'Cause you lie too much, you got no gut

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

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

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

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

Now the grimy bastards line up
up, I'm up
They say we dem to show you how to get it crunk
I'm plottin' wit Fox today I do it with Clef whoever
We throw mack and that's to the bless royalty
You youngster's get back before
You get a set and get clapped
That's it and that's Clef

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

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

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

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

R and B singer the and now barred
'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too cuties
Got mo left
You punk niggas, we to shake your pumpy hands
You'll have no left, you ain't a pimp
You ain't a mack, you bitches in the house all day

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

Little niggas you ain't a of shakin' niggas hand
niggas heart, I keep the underground in shape
It be soft, you wanna make it like them
Fat naked turnin' me off

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

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