Luyện nghe bài hát 1112

Bobby said, "Fuck 50 on a whip, buy a clip"
Mental flip, got a thousand thought on a chip
Said he had mad toys to noise
You split and separate drums like

The concerned producer sampled this
Hit him with the beat for the answer, extra compression
sound travel, it quickly grab you
And the pitch up, until it have you

Bugged out, tryin' to think you can this
The too graphic
view for you, stamp Wu
The feature Gothic, the will be catastrophic

We wrote checkpoints on your next joint
And who the nigga you
700 volts on the to slay
Murderous wordplay displayed, for killin'

bullets in the air to test wind
And way the cyclone spins
Counter on clockwise, still
Kill spies on the wall, that still all dies

Give no on the lynchin'
tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned
It's the aura that's felt, that one to flash his gun
And reveal how he really feel,

He'll live after the show, see the promoted for the dough
I'm takin', his wax
Throw my shit on to perform my selection the Swarm
Day 2 breaks, it's a Monday

My ninjas lay in ravines and
Underneath shrubs and
They breathed through underwater
The walks above

Clan subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks the location
Bombarded by the of death formation
Telecom lines are sniped these low altitude strikes

Shatterin' bulletproof helmets with nail fragments of cell
Inhale these venomous thoughts I propel
Through the north facility, the city must at the hand
Of the Chief's command, is in

At 3 minute the heat intenses
Deadenin' the power from electrical
Defenses are down, shake a up
him off the sound

You know what I'm
The God ca-diver, in the of Iris
We about sex, money and drugs
by power

And cats don't know
What it's
(Love and power)
It goes deeper what you see on TV
Priest, come on

Burnin' desire, eyes
Painted toe nails, die
by the well, Egyptian queens, Arabian shieks
Are paid to knock off rich kings for the joy some

Graveyards filled scarlet widows
Who stabbed husbands
on silk pillows, blood on they robes
Disguised as beggar in cheap clothes

Lambs and in black hoods, pull out they gats
Like magic wands, castin' spells, sendin' niggaz to
they souls in realms, baptize 'em with holy water
Springin' on the heads of plenty witches'

with the richest reporters
Silent nights over the dividers, a 1000 Muslim
For the cobbler, Hebrews to the hills of Masada
For the of God, guns make a loud sound

I'ma show you how thugs get
outs, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you down
Cursed nation, lost
X-Files, describe them in the future as cosmic

angels from space intruders
Dyin' saints, blood spilled on the like wet paint
See it in the pictures, it like the lost scriptures
Dissolve it with your 100 proof

Ha, I the sheriff and the deputy secondly
Threatenin' the lives of those who me
my chances of defeat by predeterminin' the victory
As by Sun Tzu in the chapter

After the third one, I heard my words shall be
Regardless to anything or
I die by the gun, my has just begun
I was livin' all along, but I was wrong

This long road I have to travel in battles
These filthy snakes with poison and rattles
Kings, and pharaohs change to cattle
I'm able to subtract the devil's

Singin' at his eyes on the sparrow, mind
2 positions, and tarots
Hark harolds, angels and Christmas
Raven images hang the mantels

Man made slaves and day babbles
Raw from Africa and golden and sandles
By thieves and vandals
Aho man-handled us with whips and burnin' candles

And rambled through our castle, niggaz shambles
Stole our golden sodas like some Arab
We gazed, amazed and baffled as he his ammo
With to the and blasted out our bone marrow

We to Gretal and the Hansel
Tricked by this jackel
of my grand old daddy, have me
In mind were they lost in this blind?