Luyện nghe bài hát This Is Ring Tone M

Clap ya hands and to the beat,
Because the heat'll make you, clap ya and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the
(This is ring murder)
dog the place

My are like a bullet, blow your head right off
Hate on the trigger, pull it, give your mouth a off
your sound man a C-note to cut your mic off
The need me, nigga, you just a write-off

that, hit the dress room, turn the lights off
Score on the fourth broad, let her break my off
I used the 'off' seven times in a rhyme
You enough to think I got a limited mind

But before you start tweaking, critiquing, pressing
understand that your third eye's blind
You lack creativity why you don't sign
They calling me a genius, it's time

I'm like the on your mama's behind
I bounce up and and at the end I'mma sign
And I will anybody that want it
I'm on stop, it hurts little homey, don't it?

Clap ya hands and to the beat,
Because the heat'll make you, clap ya and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the
(This is ring murder)
dog the place

It's obvious these clowns don't who I am
Most who didn't get the message, nigga, check the
Get your facts right, take your dick out your
No but you probably on the low-low, damn

They call Uncle L, I'm from the north of Queens
Now you looking at me like does that mean
It means I crush you and every in between
For sounding like girls with sweet sixteens

And I give a fuck about who's old or young
From what I hear, the got room for everyone
Test Big Ellie, come and get head sprung
Which coffin you want, the blue or the red

I ain't gang banging, ain't the muthafuckin' point
The is, I spark these niggas like dust joints
The point is you gon' pay me you owe me plus points
Listen to the sound of revenge, it's my

Clap ya and to the beat, y'all
Because the heat'll make you, ya hands and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the
(This is ring murder)
dog the place

Run talking 'bout I'm twice ya age
But I was at 17, you got some shit to explain
Rap game's like a movie, playing the role
But your game's too weak, you're forced to fold

All hating and debating shit, made me cold
Ready to blast, separate ya from your soul
Conniving ass cowards get dropped in a
These niggas is like Pinky's ass on the pole

I'm the bridge troubled water, pay my toll
I'm the rules to the game, you my code
I'm the of the bomb, I'm the part that explodes
You are not hip hop, nigga, go for Vogue

You are not a king nor prince, you just a
You ain't a G, you a hoe, you sweeter than Road
Battle anybody, who want it? Let me
I had another birthday, nigga, more dough

Clap ya and to the beat, y'all
the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the
(This is ring murder)
dog the place