Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the type of Picasso with ya girl on the
Take a family shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the is right
And take ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I want pain I can be tamed
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to a whole damn army
I can't hold the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya cocktails
First title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't sayin'
The is back, and you can't escape
one of my records will sell more than your whole tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got than just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm come and take a drop
I bet ya teeth will end up the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized damage to a
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, the poor
Perpetrating in your here's the real smoothing
accents; who do you think you're foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only knew 'cause ya your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now I come
To save the day and the now you're done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The sign of the battle you little fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Your a baby bottle, son
say they ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, break ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a word to him
Then he could a would get moved on
Like a blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause they ain't or able
And I bruise the like jumper 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 still don't me
Listen and we can cheap
out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no
get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya records might
I can't believe you found a maggots
all over my name, I won't have that
You better look in the mirror and re-think your
Why walk in
you can stand on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky with a big beat
Name the date and a or
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
you're new or older than old town
Just kick back; I don't like a, 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
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with
ya with 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 fighting from to the roof
You are on me like I your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles then we his jaw
I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let stop the violence
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm gettin' busier than before
more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' over a
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
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 about the