Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the type of with ya girl on the pill
a family snap 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 emcee who you to name?
I pain that I can be tamed
about guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough to make a whole damn army
I can't hold back the way I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya cocktails
First title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden so proud of a black
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you escape
one of my records will sell more than your whole tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got than just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and take a
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 a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your here's the real smoothing
Country who do you think you're foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only knew 'cause ya onto raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now I come
To the day and the now you're getting done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the you little fake
It's, out ya kitchen sink
Your a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, 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, I'll bet ya none
Cause they ain't stable or
And I bruise the like jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm hard, so I can battle amore
From coast to coast fly, cripple, and
Use a dictionary, but you still don't me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you in the moat
I see ya no more
Let's get together and 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 your
Why in quicksand
When you can on your own two feet?
I'm emcees a funky drum with a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya three year old
I believe the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or older old town
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You can't the format
Whether swab or swoon
or rugged, all I need is a broom
If I the way they slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
Some of y'all are sittin' in
of hot butter rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear
But you feel the
You get cooked; I'll knock out tooth
We'll be from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote your
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I silence
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' busier than before
Never more will slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
is poppin' over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin' as happy as a wed
Give me a to spray
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
ya weep about the murdergram