Luyện nghe bài hát 1112

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

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

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

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

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

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

He'll never live 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 ninjas lay in ravines and
Underneath and leaves
They breathed underwater reeds
The enemy above

Clan remain mud
Off shore banks, approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death
lines are sniped from these low altitude strikes

Shatterin' bulletproof helmets with scrap nail fragments of
Inhale these 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 heat
the power from electrical 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 cats know
it's about
(Love and power)
It goes deeper than you see on TV
Killah Priest, on

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ha, I the sheriff and the deputy secondly
the lives of those 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 has just begun
Thought I was all along, but I was wrong

long road I have to travel in countless battles
These filthy snakes with 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, and tarots
Hark harolds, angels and carols
Raven images hang the mantels

Man made slaves and modern day
Raw from Africa and golden and sandles
By wicked and vandals
Aho man-handled us with leather 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
to the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow

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