Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big the display is skill
I'm the of Picasso with ya girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot, kiss ya
Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is
And I'll ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
I pain that I can be tamed
about guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got cash to make a whole damn army
I can't hold the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya fruit
your title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden you're so of a black
A baseball hat but you sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my records will sell more than your tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, I'm poison; come and take a drop
I bet ya teeth will end up the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized damage to a
And I'm a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay wherever ya
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your video; the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think you're
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You knew 'cause ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now I come
To the day and the now you're getting done
Like a hooker, don't try to soul,
The first sign of the battle you fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is the fire, boy, it'll break ya
or heard 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he could move; a would get on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none
Cause they ain't stable or
And I bruise the like jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can amore
coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still phase me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't this
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you in the moat
I won't see ya no
Let's get and diss LL
Use his name and ya records might
I can't you found a dead maggots
all over my name, I won't have that
You better look in the mirror and re-think your
Why in quicksand
When you can stand on your own two
I'm rippin' emcees a drum with a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
you're new or older than old town
Just kick back; I don't like a, rap
You handle the format
Whether you're swab or
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way they slay, play the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
Some of are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with
Slap ya salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you hear bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me like I wrote your
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
Pass the brass then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I silence
Let KRS-One stop the
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' busier than before
more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' over a
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
leave the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a tech-nine to
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the will understand
Feel ya weep the murdergram