Luyện nghe bài hát Monster Muzik

[Intro:
up Rector!
I wasn't say it again?
Word up, man all good!
You don't gotta let us in your shit!
You got
Keep shit, man!
You could it man.
WE GOOD!
Killa!

1: Cam'Ron] See you like to front. (word!) Me? I like to stunt. (true!)
I go for it on fourth down you the to punt. (fuck that!)
I go for the homerun. - You the type to
No support stay in twice a month. - Light the blunt!
D.A.! - and flies he breakin' down them pizza pies (Mr. Pies!)
See my eyes, rolled up right now. - I'm three to five. (in Jersey!)
Assault charge, yeah - it was aggrevated
But you characters my - won't assasinate it. (nope!)
Ha! - They had to it aggitated cash related (cash related!)
I tell bitch: "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masterbate it! "
Don't feelings man - how she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the feelin like a ceilin fan (you crazy!)
My Chanel should sell shit 'for Chanel kicks hell
Split down 50 mill' - on my Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit!)
Get your ice wet! - Lay down slight bet
Word my heard you'll get curved like a Nike, check!

[Interlude:
Check!
Check! Fly!
Ayo, they us the new Harlem Knights, man!
We Richard Pryor and Eddie! (man, don't fuckin' with us!)
Three I'll take his whole team out! (fire, man!)
ass niggas! (Huh?)

[Verse 2:
You now lookin' at the of the new team (yes!)
No Plies! Big faces in true jeans! (HUH? !)
I don't tie nor lace 'em keep lose strings (all day!)
Tongue hangin' son fakin in two G's.
She gon' on two knees once she see the belt (huh?)
I'm number one with the water I to meet with Phelps. (Haaaaaa!)
Got my own corner! (Corner!) - I don't need help. (nah!)
I'm doin everything I only need myself. (huh!)
A bit more thread I'd have the city (sowed!)
Top down gettin head while on the phone. (phone!)
Powder blue it's all like the one that owns (yeah!)
Ask Killa I write +Thrillers+ like Jones!
speedboats and villa homes (homes!)
Fake pokin', chest out - y'all silicones! (Haaaaa!)
Jeff Hamilton spurs level with silver (yes!)
Standin on the in mansions spillin' Rose. (Rose!)- Homes! (Homes!)

[12 instrumental]

3:]

DAMN! See while I'm feelin' (See?)
The market done changed and rappers still on the shelf? (things change!)
Quick to go for the Eagles like I'm Philadelph'
I for y'all health - 'fore I pull your ice grill and get melt. (like chill!)
Shotty pump! No ball get your body (dumped!)
I don't brawl a phone call your body slumped! (HUH? !)
Queens heard 'em all from Preme to Ronnie Bump (yeah!)
Waitin on four door Porsche should be out in a month.

With these keys I'm a wilderbeast (word!) feel the fleece (I'm feelin'!)
I should shoot at the ground the way I this beat. (true!)
No seatbelt but ma, I'll it
Jag Coupe is lavender, today I'm passenger. (shotgun!)
"Killa" the signature (yes!) that is the literature (now!)
Pow was a baller slash prisoner. (what else?)
But a listener (ture!) - your wife I might piss on her,
Christian her! - Yeah that's how I'll wizz it wizz on her. [beat