Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

The is mad right now
'em why we mad
Rappers you call yourself
Pack your bags and get out of

'Cause I'm a strike on thee with
vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to the hood
I'm a let know the preacher's son is back

Refugee, one time, one
MOP two time, two time, one
Bumpy knuckles now the world is in
on

Yo, you're one on the charts
a masquerade
Paid for your billboard
You're a
Because the block hot
You're a
You're in a, you're livin' in a

I'm on first, so this a rap verse
It's like a voodoo curse
So when you die the kids'll rocks at ya hearse
you lie too much, you don't got no gut

At arm reach is ink
At your now you pissin' in your briefs
Hold up, we just saw you on bet and MTV
A public access channel talkin' I'm a thug

an animal, a cannibal, you even scare hannibal
But when the came no light for your candle
So welcome to the world where a spade is a spade
And I'm a call it like I see it, you all in a masquerade

though Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no respect makes you a suspect
So you can't through Brownsville
You want peace you better Churchill
If not, feel Clef when he wit M.O.P family
And plays guitar at your

You wanna you run the block
You're a
information to the cops
You're a
I mean you never a rock
You're livin' in a, you're livin' in a

Now the grimy bastards line up
up, I'm up
They say we dem dance to show you how to get it
I'm still plottin' wit Fox I do it with Clef whoever
We throw mack and that's to the death bless
You better get back before
You get a set and get clapped
That's it and that's Clef

Hold that take all that and back
I kick too much ass ass
To jewels, rock Prada
Fuck shoes, Timbs mo hotta

We grip arms Brook norm bound shit
The streets want that watered down shit
Fam, we the whole stage
You don't wanna wit us we got road rage

Now I'm a let my tell you
a masquerade
I bet you the dogs
a masquerade
I thought we and we rob
You're a
livin' in a
You're in a masquerade

I'm hittin' sixteen
A murder, real murder,
This a facade
pumpin' they fist like they punchin' at God
Over ten years rippin' MC I bring it
make me split yo chest and pull yo card

R and B singer the greatest and now
'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too cuties
Got mo left
You punk niggas, we to shake your pumpy hands
You'll have no arms left, you ain't a
You ain't a mack, you keep bitches in the all day

I keep em on the
Drinkin' cocoa and wearin' mink coats black
Hit 'em twelve inch stilettos, through the ghetto
I can see it in your

Little niggas you ain't a part of shakin' hand
Shakin' heart, I keep the underground in shape
It be soft, you wanna make it like them
Fat naked turnin' me off

Now I'm a let my hood you
a masquerade
I bet you the dogs
a masquerade
I we still and we rob
You're a
livin' in a, you're livin' in a

Neary paneary won't you take 'em to the Middle