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 snap shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm a knife, the concrete is right
And take ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you to name?
I want pain that I can be
Talkin' about guns, punk, it don't me
Got cash to make a whole damn army
I can't back the way that I feel
Cause 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' female
All of a sudden so proud of a black
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more than just J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; and take a drop
I bet ya will end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized damage to a
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay wherever ya
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, the poor
Perpetrating in video; here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think you're
I play "crushable," "late 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 getting done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the 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 could move; a get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none
Cause they ain't or able
And I bruise the party like jumper
So me in, and put me on
I'm hard, so I can battle amore
coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still phase me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack
bitin' on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no
Let's get and diss LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I can't believe you found a maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't that
You look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in
When you can stand on your own two
I'm emcees a funky drum with a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
Whether you're new or than old town
Just kick back; I don't like a, rap
You can't the format
you're swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I the way they slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
Some of y'all are in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with
Slap ya with salami, 'cause I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I ya wonder why you don't hear bass
But you feel the
You get I'll knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting lobby to the roof
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
Pass the knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let stop the violence
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm ya into submission
I'm gettin' busier than before
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' a Batman
you to shreds, tappin' you on the head
Then the battle lookin' 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 a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya about the murdergram