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 drums like asteroids

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

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

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

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

no extension on the lynchin'
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 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 selection from the
Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy

My ninjas lay in and ditches
shrubs and leaves
They breathed through underwater
The enemy above

remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the
Bombarded by the circle of formation
Telecom lines are sniped from these low strikes

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

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

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

And cats don't know
What it's
(Love and power)
It goes deeper than 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 sing

Graveyards filled with widows
Who stabbed they
Sleepin' on silk pillows, blood on robes
Disguised as in cheap wool clothes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

at his eyes on the sparrow, mind narrow
2 positions, horoscopes and
Hark harolds, and Christmas carols
Raven hang from the mantels

Man slaves and modern day babbles
Raw from Africa and ropes and sandles
By thieves and vandals
Aho man-handled us leather whips and burnin' candles

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

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