Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of Picasso ya girl 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 ya like python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
I want pain I can be tamed
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn
I can't back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya fruit cake, ya fruit cocktails
First title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden you're so proud of a
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you escape
one of my records will sell more than your whole tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got more than Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm come and take a drop
I bet ya teeth end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your here's the real smoothing
accents; who do you think you're foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You knew 'cause ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now I come
To save the day and the now you're done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the battle you little
It's, comin' out ya sink
Your a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is the fire, boy, it'll break ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a occurred to him
Then he could move; a get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya last
Cause they stable or able
And I bruise the like 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 still phase me
Listen and we can cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but records ain't wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you fall in the
I won't see ya no
get together and diss LL
Use his and ya records might sell
I can't you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I have that
You better look in the mirror and your plan
Why in quicksand
When you can stand on 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 believe the suckers try to
Whether you're new or than old town
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
Whether swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, play the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya 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 the thunder
You get cooked; knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from to the roof
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
Pass the brass then we break his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let KRS-One the violence
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm gettin' busier than ever
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a 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 lookin' as happy as a wed
Give me a to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a mailman and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya about the murdergram