Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso with ya on the pill
Take a snap shot, kiss 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 emcee who you want to
I pain that 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 like ya slippin' off banana 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 baseball hat but you ain't jack
The ripper is back, and you escape
Cause one of my records will sell than your whole tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got more than just Cool J
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 slay wherever ya
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, invading the
in your video; here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think you're
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 you're done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the battle you fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Your a baby bottle, son
say they ain't, but I am the one
The is that the fire, boy, it'll break ya
or heard 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he could move; a get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none
they ain't stable 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 don't phase me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your ain't wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you in the moat
I see ya no more
get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I believe you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all my name, I won't have that
You better look in the mirror and re-think your
Why walk in
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum a big beat
Name the date and a or
Ya year old ballerina
I believe the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or than old town
kick back; I don't like a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
Whether swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way they slay, play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot 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 fighting from to the roof
You are on me like I your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
Pass the knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want
Let KRS-One stop the
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
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, tappin' you on the
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 fans understand
Feel ya weep the murdergram