Luyện nghe bài hát 60 Second Assassins

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

[Busta
I come and I hop and I skip and I rhyme
And I dumb and I drop and I spit and I
Ay-ay-ay nigga what you wanna do?
You ain't that I'm comin to take what's mine
Every I come to hit'cha
With a little bit of
Better know that you can
See me nigga
I'm at the TOP
I will STOP
When a POP
See the way I run it, and leave a nigga
know when I do my thing and I bang
Bidi-boom a bomb and a BING!
know that when it comes to the shit I gotta spit
Motherfucker better me KING!
With a passion and a lot of
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 a nigga do all day
Count bread make a nigga bounce heads when I drop heat in these streets, okay?
You shitty with a get'cha
And I hope a lot of niggas live a clinic
It don't really matter who you 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 tellin you the same shit you don't really 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

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

Now I be the coldest on the island, country or on the
Hit them with the venom and I'mma
Disintegrate 'em or 'em, fuck 'em cause I hate 'em,
I'm hot if you not the temperature
Mayday one Kay Slay, drop the bomb on 'em 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 about to get
I'm about to the do'
Cause I'm dope the flow
Never know how flow was the
I'mma eat a bitch up and I hope for mo'
So long is the poem, I'm no ho
You can go check the
Kay Slay 'em just knocked the out you and then I'mma stick 'em, you know we can go
I'm cold so go get your
This be the season for niggas that's and snoozin
And if you keep testin me you gon' be a beatin and bruisin - what's up?
Look at the and look at the swag, and look at all the vernacular
Things I be doin cause stay infamous so they be callin me Dracula
Oops I mean Blackula when I'm ya
Pullin up on 'em up in the new
Or new Panamera or new Superleggera the Pinot Grigio seats
I see when you be hatin, so the next time when you see me don't speak
Now you not to send me no beat
Cause I'mma it
And murder anybody That'll get it
When they wanna get up in it I be the realest
I'm a menace all the way up to the
Make an enemy
When I get up in the even if it gotta be up on the block
2010 hip-hop, the don't stop

[Layzie
Just slipped to spit some real thug shit!

can it be?
Rappers and on beats
None of 'em it street
Look at them calves, all of them be bulls
of 'em ready for beef
What me?
Been through the
Sorted the lames, keep it the
Skillful kill
My rhymin technique is impeccable
Anybody ever run up
get done up in a hurry
Got a
hunt 'em for the come up
With a bang you better run from the one until you feel it
I will it, idiots gettin it
"The Originator," gotta keep it
the fader for the haters
Nigga for real
The all-time thriller, ready rockin the of it definite
On it and cheffin it (ooh!)
over the world
Made of with girl
Motherfucker recognize the nigga Heff'in it
Doin what you did at double time, triple shot president
nobody better in the residence
Through the crops, it stop
Over the top, the soul makin it pop
Got a old school banger 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 clink federal
No trip, no
I call the lick now I'm up anti-gravity
words from the brain like charity
If was a broad she'd marry me
Gotta keep it gutter, gotta get the bread, gotta get the
Make it hot, you can toast word to

[Layzie
Just slipped through to some real thug shit!