Luyện nghe bài hát 1112

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

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

Bugged out, tryin' to think you can match
The too graphic
Panoramic for you, stamp Wu
The Gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic

We wrote block-tic checkpoints on your next
And who the you anoint?
700 volts on the to slay
Murderous wordplay displayed, for cascades

Throwin' bullets in the air to test
And which way the cyclone
Counter on clockwise, still
Kill spies on the wall, that flies all dies

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

He'll never live after the show, see the for the dough
I'm takin', his wax
Throw my shit on to perform my from the Swarm
Day 2 breaks, a stormy Monday

My ninjas lay in and ditches
Underneath and leaves
breathed through underwater reeds
The enemy walks

Clan subterranean mud
Off banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of formation
Telecom lines are sniped from these low altitude

Shatterin' helmets with scrap nail fragments of cell
Inhale venomous thoughts that I propel
Through the north facility, the city must suffer at the
Of the command, volts is in

At 3 minute intervals the intenses
Deadenin' the power from fences
Defenses are down, a nigga up
Bounce him off the

You what I'm sayin'?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of
We talk sex, money and drugs
by power

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

Burnin' desire, ebony
Painted toe nails, die
Drivin' by the well, Egyptian queens, Arabian
Are paid to off rich kings for the joy some sing

Graveyards filled with widows
Who they husbands
on silk pillows, blood on they robes
Disguised as beggar in wool clothes

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

Interviews with the reporters
Silent over the dividers, a 1000 Muslim bibles
For the cobbler, Hebrews flee to the hills of
For the love of God, guns make a sound

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

Fallen angels from intruders
Dyin' saints, blood spilled on the floor wet paint
See it in the pictures, read it like the lost
Dissolve it with your 100 liquor

Ha, I shot the and the deputy secondly
Threatenin' the of those who threaten me
my chances of defeat by predeterminin' the victory
As taught by Sun Tzu in the

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

This long road I to travel in countless battles
These filthy snakes poison fangs and rattles
Kings, queens and change to cattle
I'm to subtract the devil's arrow

at his eyes on the sparrow, mind narrow
2 positions, and tarots
harolds, angels and Christmas carols
Raven images from the mantels

Man made and modern day babbles
Raw Africa and golden ropes and sandles
By wicked and vandals
Aho us with leather whips and burnin' candles

And through our castle, leavin' niggaz shambles
Stole our golden like some Arab camels
We gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his
With to the barrel and blasted out our marrow

We went to and the Hansel
Tricked by this wicked
Children of my old daddy, have me
In mind were they lost in this blind?