Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big the display is skill
I'm the type of with ya girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot, 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 don't me
Got enough to make a whole damn army
I can't hold back the way that I
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 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 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 poison; come and a drop
I bet ya teeth end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm damage to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, the poor
Perpetrating in your video; the real smoothing
Country who do you think you're foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only knew 'cause ya onto your
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now I come
To save the day and the now getting done
a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the you little fake
It's, out ya kitchen sink
Your Mic's a bottle, son
say they ain't, but I am the one
The slice is the fire, boy, it'll break ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a word to him
Then he could a would get moved on
a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause they ain't 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 still don't me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack
Your bitin' on the castle door but you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
Let's get and diss LL
Use his and ya records might sell
I can't believe you found a maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't that
You better look in the mirror and re-think plan
Why walk in
When you can stand on your own two
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum with a big
Name the date and a or
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the try to throw-down
Whether you're new or older than old
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 the way they slay, punk play the pay
Mr. has entered the buffet
Some of y'all are in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
I make ya wonder why you don't hear bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; I'll knock out tooth
be fighting from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
Pass the brass then we break his jaw
I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' than ever before
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' a Batman
you to shreds, tappin' you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin' as happy as a 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