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 to make noise
You and separate drums like asteroids

The concerned producer this question
Hit him the beat for the answer, with extra compression
When sound travel, it grab you
And equalizes the up, until it have you

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

We wrote block-tic on your next joint
And who the you anoint?
700 volts on the track to
Murderous wordplay displayed, for killin'

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

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

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

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

remain subterranean mud
Off banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the of death formation
Telecom lines are from these low altitude strikes

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

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

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

And y'all cats know
What about
(Love and power)
It deeper than what you see on TV
Priest, come on

Burnin' desire, eyes
toe nails, legacys 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 robes
as beggar in cheap wool clothes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Man made slaves and modern day
Raw Africa and golden ropes and sandles
By wicked thieves and
Aho man-handled us with leather whips and burnin'

And rambled through our castle, leavin' niggaz
Stole our sodas like some Arab camels
We gazed, amazed and as he loaded his ammo
With to the barrel and out our bone marrow

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