Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of Picasso ya girl on the pill
Take a snap shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you to name?
I want pain I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it don't me
Got enough to make a whole damn army
I can't hold back the way that I
when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya fruit
First your title, now I'm takin' your
All of a you're so proud of a black
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you escape
Cause one of my records sell more than your whole tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got than just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; and take a drop
I bet ya teeth end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay wherever ya
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm the rich, invading the poor
in your video; here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think you're
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew 'cause ya your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now I come
To save the day and the now you're done
a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The first of the battle you little fake
It's, comin' out ya kitchen
Mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, it'll ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a word to him
Then he move; a would get moved on
Like a blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause ain't stable or able
And I bruise the party like cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can amore
From coast to fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still phase me
Listen and we can sound
out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
Let's get together and LL
Use his name and ya might sell
I can't believe you found a dead
all over my name, I won't have that
You better look in the mirror and re-think your
Why walk in
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm emcees a funky drum with a big beat
Name the date and a or
Ya year old ballerina
I believe the suckers try to throw-down
Whether new or older than old town
Just kick I don't like a, psycho 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. has entered the buffet
Some of are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot pastrami
Then I make ya why you don't hear bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; I'll out your tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
Pass the knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I silence
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm busier than ever before
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then leave the battle as happy as a newly wed
me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans understand
ya weep about the murdergram