Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the type of Picasso with ya on the pill
Take a family snap shot, kiss ya
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 pain I can be tamed
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough to make a whole damn army
I hold back the way that I feel
Cause I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya fruit
First your title, now I'm your female
All of a sudden you're so proud of a
A baseball hat but you ain't jack
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my records will more than your whole tape
I want beef, so 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 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
I'll slay ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, the poor
in your video; here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think you're
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now here I
To save the day and the now you're getting
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the battle you 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
or heard 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big 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
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 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 might sell
I can't believe you found a dead
all over my name, I won't have that
You better look in the mirror and re-think plan
Why walk in
When you can stand on your own two
I'm emcees a funky drum with a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya three year old
I can't the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or than old town
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
Whether you're 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
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like
Then I make ya why you don't hear bass
But you feel the
You get cooked; I'll knock out your
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me like I wrote your
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let KRS-One the violence
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 like a
Video is poppin' over a
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 send a jam the will understand
Feel ya about the murdergram