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 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 you can match this
The too graphic
view for you, stamp 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'

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

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

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

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

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

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

At 3 intervals the heat intenses
Deadenin' the from electrical fences
Defenses are down, shake a up
him off the sound

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

long road I have to travel in countless battles
These filthy snakes poison fangs and rattles
Kings, and pharaohs change to cattle
I'm able to 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 day babbles
Raw from Africa and golden ropes and
By wicked thieves and
Aho man-handled us with whips and burnin' candles

And rambled through our castle, niggaz shambles
Stole our golden sodas some Arab camels
We gazed, amazed and baffled as he his ammo
With to the barrel and blasted out our bone

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