Luyện nghe bài hát 1112

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

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

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

We block-tic checkpoints on your next joint
And who the nigga you
700 on the track to slay
Murderous wordplay displayed, for killin'

Throwin' in the air to test wind
And which way the spins
Counter on clockwise, civilized
Kill spies on the wall, that still flies all

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

never live after the show, see the promoted for the dough
I'm takin', his wax
my shit on to perform my selection from the Swarm
Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy

My lay in ravines and ditches
shrubs and leaves
They breathed through underwater
The walks above

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

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

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

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

And y'all cats know
it's about
(Love and power)
It goes deeper what you see on TV
Killah Priest, on

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

Graveyards filled scarlet widows
Who stabbed husbands
Sleepin' on silk pillows, blood on they
as beggar in cheap wool clothes

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

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

show you how thugs get down
Shoot outs, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you
nation, lost generation
X-Files, describe them in the as cosmic rulers

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

Ha, I shot the sheriff and the secondly
Threatenin' the lives of those who me
Lessenin' my chances of defeat by the victory
As taught by Sun Tzu in the

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

This long road I have to travel in countless
These filthy snakes with poison and rattles
Kings, queens and change to cattle
I'm able to subtract the arrow

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

Man slaves and modern day babbles
Raw from Africa and golden ropes and
By wicked 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 as he loaded his ammo
With to the barrel and blasted out our marrow

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