Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the of Picasso with ya girl on the pill
Take a family shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the is right
And I'll take ya life, and ya like python
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I want that I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn
I can't hold the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana
Ya like fruit cake, ya fruit
First your title, now I'm takin' female
All of a you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't jack
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will sell more than whole tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got more than just Cool J
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and take a
I bet ya teeth end up around 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 wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, invading the
Perpetrating in your here's the real smoothing
accents; who do you think you're foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You knew 'cause ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The 31, and, but now here I come
To save the day and the now 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 that the fire, boy, break ya
Servin' or heard a word occurred to him
he could 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 the party like jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm hard, so I can battle amore
From coast to coast fly, cripple, and
Use a dictionary, but you still don't me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but records ain't wack this
Your on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no
Let's get together and LL
Use his name and ya might sell
I can't believe you found a dead
Crawlin' all over my name, I have that
You better look in the and re-think your plan
Why in quicksand
you can stand on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky with a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I believe the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or older than old
kick back; I don't like a, psycho rap
You handle the format
you're swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way slay, punk play the pay
Mr. has entered the buffet
Some of y'all are sittin' in
of hot butter rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya why you don't hear bass
But you feel the
You get cooked; I'll out your tooth
be fighting from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
Pass the brass then we break his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm ya into submission
I'm gettin' than ever before
more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
Video is poppin' over a
you to shreds, tappin' you on the head
Then leave the 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 send a jam the will understand
Feel ya weep the murdergram