Luyện nghe bài hát 1112

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

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

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

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

Throwin' bullets in the air to test
Which way the spins
Counter on clockwise, still
Kill spies on the wall still flies all dies

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 reveal how he really feel,

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

My ninjas lay in ravines and
Underneath and leaves
They breathed through reeds
The walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud

Off shore banks, approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death
Telecom lines are sniped from low altitude strikes
Shatterin' bulletproof helmets with scrap nail fragments of

Inhale these venomous that I propel
Through the North facility, the city must suffer at the
Of the command, volts is in
At 3 minute intervals the intenses
Deadenin' the power from fences
are down, shake a nigga up
him off the sound

{You know I'm sayin'?
The God Cadaver, in the of Iris
We talk about sex, money and
(Ruled by power)}

{And y'all cats don't what it's about
(Love and power)
It deeper than what you see on TV
Priest, come on}

Burnin' desire, eyes, painted toe nails, legacys die
Winnin' by the well, Queens, Arabian Sheiks
Paid to knock off rich kings for the joy some

Graveyards filled with widows who stabbed they husbands
Sleepin' on silk pillows, on they robes
Disguised as in cheap wool clothes
and wolfs in black hoods, pull out they gats

Like magic wands, spells, sendin' niggaz to Hell
they souls in realms, baptize 'em with holy water
Springin' on the heads of plenty daughters
Interviews with the reporters

nights over the dividers
A thousand Muslims bow before the
flee to the hills of Masada
For the love of God, make a loud sound

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

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

Ha, I shot the sheriff and the secondly
Threatenin' the lives of those who me
my chances of defeat by predeterminin' the victory
As by Sun Tzu in the chapter, after the third one

I heard my shall be bombed
Regardless to anything or or else
I die by the gun, my life has begun
Thought I was livin' all but I was wrong

long road I have to travel in countless battles
These filthy snakes poison fangs and rattles
Kings, queens and change to cattle
Unable to [Incomprehensible] the Devil's

Singin' at his eyes on the sparrow, narrow
2 positions, and tarots
Hark harolds, angels and Christmas

Raven images hang from the
Man made slaves and day babbles
Raw from Africa and golden and sandles
By wicked and vandals

Who man-handled us with leather and burnin' candles
And rambled through our castle, niggaz shambles
Stole our golden sodas like some camels
We gazed, and baffled as he loaded his ammo

With to the and blasted out our bone marrow
We went to Gretal and the Hansel, tricked by this wicked
of my grand old daddy, have me
In mind, were lost in this wilderness blind?