Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the type of Picasso with ya on the pill
Take a family snap shot, ya wife
Cause I'm a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life, and take ya like
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I want pain I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole army
I hold back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana
Ya like fruit cake, ya cocktails
your title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my records will more than your whole tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more than just 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 to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm the rich, invading the poor
in your video; here's the real smoothing
Country who do you think you're foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew 'cause ya onto raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now here I
To save the day and the now getting done
Like a hooker, don't try to soul,
The first sign of the you little fake
It's, comin' out ya kitchen
Mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, break ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a occurred to him
he could move; 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 party jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can battle
coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still don't me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but records ain't wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you fall in the
I see ya no more
Let's get and diss LL
Use his name and ya records might
I believe you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I have that
You better look in the and re-think your plan
Why in quicksand
When you can on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' a funky drum with a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
Whether you're new or older old town
Just kick back; I don't like a, 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. Morris has entered the
Some of are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya balamey
ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I ya wonder why you don't hear bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; I'll knock out your
We'll be from lobby to the roof
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want
Let stop the violence
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm ya into submission
I'm gettin' busier than ever
Never will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
Video is poppin' a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
Then the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a mailman spin and a jam the fans will understand
ya weep about the murdergram