Luyện nghe bài hát This Is Ring Tone M

Clap ya and to the beat, y'all
Because the heat'll make you, ya hands and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the
(This is ring murder)
Let's dog the

My bars are like a bullet, blow your right off
Hate on the trigger, pull it, your mouth a night off
Give your sound man a C-note to cut mic off
The promoters need me, nigga, you just a

After that, hit the room, turn the lights off
Score on the broad, let her break my pipe off
I used the word 'off' times in a rhyme
You dumb enough to I got a limited mind

But before you start tweaking, critiquing, pressing
Einstein understand that third eye's blind
You lack creativity that's why you don't
They calling me a genius, about time

I'm like the tattoos on mama's behind
I up and down and at the end I'mma sign
And I will anybody that want it
I'm back on stop, it hurts little homey, it?

Clap ya and to the beat, y'all
Because the make you, clap ya hands and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the
(This is tone murder)
Let's dog the

It's obvious these don't know who I am
Most who didn't get the message, nigga, check the
Get your facts right, take your dick out hand
No homo but you probably on the low-low,

They call Uncle L, I'm the north side of Queens
Now you looking at me like does that mean
It means I crush you and every in between
For like girls with them sweet sixteens

And I don't give a fuck about who's old or
From what I hear, the got room for everyone
Test Big Ellie, come and get your head
Which coffin you want, the blue or the red

I ain't gang banging, that ain't the muthafuckin'
The point is, I these niggas like dust joints
The point is you gon' pay me what you owe me plus
Listen to the of revenge, it's my voice

Clap ya hands and to the beat,
the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the
(This is ring murder)
dog the place

Run around 'bout I'm twice ya age
But I was rich at 17, you got shit to explain
Rap game's like a movie, niggas playing the
But poker game's too weak, you're forced to fold

All hating and debating shit, made me cold
to blast, separate ya body from your soul
Conniving ass get dropped in a hole
These is shook like Pinky's ass on the pole

I'm the over troubled water, pay my toll
I'm the rules to the game, you my code
I'm the center of the bomb, I'm the that explodes
You are not hip hop, nigga, go for Vogue

You are not a king nor prince, you just a
You ain't a G, you a hoe, you than Rocky Road
anybody, who want it? Let me know
I just had another birthday, nigga, more

Clap ya hands and to the beat,
the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the
(This is tone murder)
dog the place