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 down on with
Great and furious anger
Those who to poison the hood
I'm a let y'all know the preacher's son is

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

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

I'm on first, so this a rap verse
It's more a voodoo curse
So when you die the throw rocks at ya hearse
'Cause you lie too much, you got no gut

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

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

Even though iced you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no respect that makes you a
So you can't through Brownsville
You want peace you better call
If not, feel Clef when he connects wit M.O.P
And plays guitar at eulogy

You wanna you run the block
You're a
Givin' information to the
You're a
I mean you seen a rock
You're in a, you're livin' in a masquerade

Now the lil' 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 today I do it Clef whoever
We throw mack and that's to the death bless
You youngster's better get back
You get a set and get clapped
That's it and that's Clef

Hold that all that and fall back
I kick too ass kick ass
To rock jewels, rock
Fuck Gucci shoes, Timbs mo

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

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

I'm sixteen bars
A murder, murder, baby
This ain't a
pumpin' they fist like they punchin' at God
Over ten years rippin' MC I it hard
Don't me split yo chest and pull yo card

R and B the greatest and now barred
'Cause he feelin' on booties of too young cuties
Got mo left
You punk niggas, we used to your pumpy hands
You'll have no arms left, you a pimp
You a mack, you keep bitches in the house all day

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

Little niggas you ain't a part of shakin' hand
niggas heart, I keep the underground in shape
It never be soft, you wanna make it them
Fat naked bitches me off

Now I'm a let my tell you
a masquerade
I bet you feedin' the
You're a
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