Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of Picasso with ya on the pill
Take a family snap shot, ya wife
I'm like a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life, and take ya python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
I want pain that I can be
Talkin' about guns, punk, it alarm me
Got enough cash to make a damn army
I can't hold back the way I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana
Ya fruit cake, ya fruit cocktails
your title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden you're so of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't sayin'
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my records will more than your whole tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got more than Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, I'm poison; come and take a drop
I bet ya will end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm damage to a nobody
And I'm a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, the poor
Perpetrating in your video; the real smoothing
accents; 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 save the day and the now you're getting
Like a hooker, don't try to soul,
The sign of the battle you little fake
It's, out ya kitchen sink
Mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The is that the fire, boy, it'll break ya
Servin' or 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he move; a would get moved on
Like a blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last
they ain't stable or able
And I bruise the party jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm hard, so I can battle amore
From coast to fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you don't phase me
Listen and we can sound
out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
Let's get together and LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I can't 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 your own two
I'm rippin' emcees a funky with a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya three old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
you're new or older than old town
Just kick I don't like a, psycho rap
You handle the format
Whether swab or swoon
or rugged, all I need is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, play the pay
Mr. has entered the buffet
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with
Slap ya salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you hear bass
But you feel the
You get cooked; I'll out your tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles then we his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I silence
Let KRS-One stop the
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm ya into submission
I'm gettin' than ever before
Never will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
Video is over a Batman
you to shreds, tappin' you on the head
Then leave the battle 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 fans will
Feel ya weep about the