Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso ya girl on the pill
a family snap shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the 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 that I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it alarm me
Got enough cash to make a damn army
I can't hold back the way I feel
Cause when I bust a it's like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya fruit cake, ya fruit cocktails
your title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden you're so of a black
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will more than your whole tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got more than Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm come 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 a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, invading the
Perpetrating in your video; 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 31, and, but now here I come
To save the day and the now you're done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first of the battle you little 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
Servin' or 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he could move; a would get on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, bet ya none last
they 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 battle
From to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you don't phase me
Listen and we can cheap
out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you in the moat
I won't see ya no
get together and diss LL
Use his and ya records might sell
I can't believe you found a maggots
Crawlin' all my name, I won't have that
You look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm emcees a funky drum with a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya three old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
you're new or older than old town
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You can't 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. Morris has the buffet
Some of are sittin' in rows
of hot butter rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; knock out your tooth
We'll be from lobby to the roof
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 I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' busier ever before
Never more 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
Then leave the battle lookin' as as a newly wed
Give me a tech-nine to
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya about the murdergram