Luyện nghe bài hát 60 Second Assassins

[Intro: Kay
(what's up Slay?)
I need you to a hit for me (talk to me)
Four (who?)
Busta Rhymes, Layzie (who else?)
Twista, (I got ya)
they go, take the shot!
the shot! DAMN!

[Busta
When I and I hop and I skip and I rhyme
And I dumb and I drop and I and I shine
Ay-ay-ay nigga what you really do?
You ain't knowin I'm comin to take what's mine
Every time I to hit'cha
With a little bit of
Better that you can never-never
See me little
I'm at the TOP
I never STOP
When a POP
See the way I run it, and a nigga bitter
Y'all know I do my thing and I bang
Bidi-boom with a and a BING!
know that when it comes to the shit I gotta spit
Motherfucker better me KING!
a passion and a lot of action
See the way ya 'em, HOW YOU DO IT!
they wanna ask him
How a smash 'em
See the way ya have 'em, 'EM TO IT!
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-HEY!
Now you gotta know what a do all day
Count bread make a nigga wanna bounce heads I drop heat in these streets, okay?
You shitty with a get'cha
And I a lot of niggas live near a clinic
It don't really who you wanna ask about me
Cause I be the fiercest it
I'm givin you the final chapter
With a lot of
See the way I
Everybody probably you the same shit you don't really wanna come after!
Now I suggest you listen whenever you hear the beat up in the buildin
Trust me, this is not the place for you to bring yo'

[Layzie
The B-O-N-E we got plenty of
From Cleveland, Ohio we on vogues
They told me this was only for pros
So gon' get in M.V.P. I suppose
Foes slammin them do's
My story they caught has never told
Sit while I'm tellin this thuggish we blaze,
I'm young and'll never get old
Poppin a bottle of when I rolls,
Smell the aroma, just follow nose
We thug on the corner from night the sun up
You run up get up, I'll let it explode
Blow only where roll, so
Homie we smash and we crash collide
Whoever wanna be foes, oh
O.G. status, still got money up the mattress
Nigga get it I'll stick like cactus,
Money so those niggas need ladders
Try to come close but they could match us
So us, we the masters
Y'all already know how we do it on the
Never compare we on stretchers
Willin to bet ya, I twist and bust
Nigga through with Twist and Bust
Nigga been famous know how to aim it
spittin my languange, "Adrenaline Rush"
Feminine niggas that been on a
Back to the dust we winnin the
Just slipped through to spit some real shit!

Now I be the coldest on the island, country or on the
Hit them with the and then I'mma
Disintegrate 'em or fade 'em, fuck 'em I hate 'em,
I'm hot if you not the temperature
Mayday one Kay Slay, drop the bomb on 'em when put me on the track and I'mma
Show 'em who was out I make 'em go and commit suicide dressed like a Phantom or
Do and I'm to get dinner
I'm about to the do'
Cause I'm dope the flow
Never how flow was the 'dro
I'mma eat a up and I hope for some mo'
So is the poem, I'm never no ho
You can go the portfolio
Kay Slay 'em just knocked the fuck out you and then I'mma 'em, you know we can go
I'm cold so go get coat
This be the season for niggas that's sneezin and
And if you keep testin me you gon' be catchin a and bruisin - what's up?
Look at the mojo and look at the swag, and look at all the
Things I be doin cause stay infamous so they be callin me Dracula
I mean Blackula when I'm attackin ya
Pullin up on 'em up in the new
Or new Panamera or new Superleggera the Pinot Grigio seats
I see when you niggas be hatin, so the next when you see me don't speak
Now you know not to me no beat
Cause kill it
And murder That'll wanna get it
they wanna get up in it cause I be the realest
I'm a menace all the way up to the
Make an enemy
I get up in the battle even if it gotta be up on the block
2010 hip-hop, the don't stop

[Layzie
slipped through to spit some real thug shit!

can it be?
Rappers and on beats
None of 'em it street
Look at calves, all of them wanna be bulls
of 'em ready for beef
What me?
Been the pain
the lames, keep it the same
Skillful kill
My technique is impeccable still
ever wanna run up
Will get up in a hurry
Got a
hunt 'em for the come up
With a you better run from the one until you permanently feel it
I will it, idiots gettin it
"The Originator," keep it greater
the fader for the haters
Nigga real for
The all-time thriller, ready the death of it definite
On it and cheffin it (ooh!)
Takin over the
Made of your girl
Motherfucker the nigga Hugh Heff'in it
Doin you never did at double time, triple shot president
nobody better in the residence
Through the crops, it ain't
Over the top, the soul makin it pop
Got a old banger make you do the wop
Got a Louisville make you diddy-bop
incredible gotta keep it way ahead of you
Screamin at my niggas in the doin federal
No trip, no
I the lick now I'm up like anti-gravity
words from the brain like charity
If was a broad she'd marry me
Gotta it gutter, gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter
Make it hot, you can toast to mother

Bone]
Just slipped through to spit some real shit!