Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the type of with ya girl on the pill
Take a family 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 to name?
I pain that I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it don't me
Got enough to make a whole damn army
I can't back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like 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 sell more than your tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, I'm poison; 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 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
Perpetrating in 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 31, and, but now here I come
To save the day and the now you're done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the you little fake
It's, out ya kitchen sink
Your Mic's a bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, it'll ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a occurred to him
he could move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, bet ya none last
Cause they ain't stable or
And I bruise the like jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can battle
From coast to 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 on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya records 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 walk in
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 year old ballerina
I can't the suckers try to throw-down
Whether new or older than old town
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You handle the format
Whether you're swab or
or rugged, all I need is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the
Some of are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya 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 your
be fighting from lobby to the roof
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I silence
Let stop the violence
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm busier than ever before
Never more I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
Video is over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
Then leave the battle lookin' as happy as a wed
Give me a tech-nine to
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will
Feel ya weep about the