Luyện nghe bài hát 60 Second Assassins

[Intro: Kay
(what's up Slay?)
I you to make a hit for me (talk to me)
suspects (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 spit and I
nigga what you really wanna do?
You ain't knowin that I'm comin to take what's
Every time I to hit'cha
With a little bit of
Better know that you can
See me little
I'm at the TOP
I never STOP
When a POP
See the way I run it, and leave a nigga
Y'all when I do my thing and I bang
Bidi-boom with a and a BING!
Everybody know that when it to the shit I gotta spit
Motherfucker better me KING!
With a 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 a nigga wanna bounce heads when I drop heat in these streets, okay?
You shitty with a get'cha
And I hope a lot of niggas live near a
It don't really who you wanna ask about me
Cause I be the with it
While I'm givin you the chapter
With a lot of
See the way I
Everybody probably tellin you the same you don't really wanna come after!
Now I suggest you listen whenever you hear that the beat up in the
Trust me, this is not the place for you to yo' children

[Layzie
The B-O-N-E we got plenty of
From Cleveland, we rollin on vogues
They told me this record was only for
So gon' get in M.V.P. I suppose
Foes slammin Cadillac do's
My story they has never been told
Sit back I'm tellin this thuggish we blaze,
Forever I'm and'll never get old
Poppin a of Rosé when I rolls,
Smell the aroma, follow your nose
We thug on the corner from night the sun up
You run up get done up, I'll let it
Blow where gangstas roll, so
Homie we around and we crash collide
don't wanna be foes, oh
O.G. status, got money up under the mattress
Nigga come get it I'll stick cactus,
Money so tall niggas need ladders
Try to come close but they could match us
So us, we the masters
Y'all know how we do it on the clearly
Never we livin' on stretchers
Willin to bet ya, when I and bust
Nigga come with Twist and Bust
been famous they know how to aim it
They my languange, "Adrenaline Rush"
Feminine niggas that been on a
to the dust we winnin the clutch
Just slipped through to spit some real shit!

Now I be the on the island, country or on the peninsula
Hit them the venom and then I'mma
Disintegrate 'em or fade 'em, 'em cause I hate 'em,
I'm hot if you not check the
one Kay Slay, drop the bomb on 'em when they put me on the track and I'mma
Show 'em who was out when I make 'em go and commit suicide like a Phantom or
Do and I'm to get dinner
I'm about to the do'
Cause I'm with the flow
know how flow was the 'dro
I'mma eat a bitch up and I for some mo'
So long is the poem, I'm no ho
You can go the portfolio
Kay Slay 'em just knocked the fuck out you and I'mma stick 'em, you know we can go
I'm cold so go get your
This be the season for niggas that's sneezin and
And if you keep testin me you gon' be catchin a beatin and - what's up?
Look at the mojo and look at the swag, and look at all the
Things I be doin cause I'mma stay so they be callin me Dracula
Oops I Blackula when I'm attackin ya
Pullin up on 'em up in the new
Or new Panamera or new with the Pinot Grigio seats
I see when you be hatin, so the next time when you see me don't speak
Now you know not to me no beat
Cause I'mma it
And murder That'll wanna get it
When they wanna get up in it cause I be the
I'm a menace all the way up to the
an enemy diminish
When I get up in the battle if it gotta be up on the block
2010 hip-hop, the shit stop

Bone]
Just through to spit some real thug shit!

can it be?
Rappers and thuggin on
None of 'em keepin it
Look at them calves, all of them be bulls
None of 'em for beef
What me?
Been through the
Sorted the lames, it the same
Skillful kill
My technique is impeccable still
Anybody ever run up
Will get done up in a
Got a
I'mma 'em for the come up
a bang 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, rockin the death of it definite
On it and cheffin it (ooh!)
Takin over the
of with your girl
Motherfucker recognize the nigga Heff'in it
Doin you never did at double time, triple shot president
Ain't nobody better in the
the crops, it ain't stop
Over the top, bringin the soul it pop
Got a old school banger you do the wop
Got a Louisville slugger you diddy-bop
Ever incredible gotta keep it way of you
Screamin at my in the clink doin federal
No trip, no
I call the lick now I'm up anti-gravity
Spit words from the brain like
If hip-hop was a broad she'd me
Gotta it gutter, gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter
it hot, you can toast word to mother

[Layzie
Just slipped to spit some real thug shit!