Luyện nghe bài hát A Storm of Swords

Yo, serious syllable wordplay, spray
Like a desert bird blaze, niggaz, the curb lay
Turn plagen, pretty shitty on a day
Ya city my committee, where the dirt stay
Smoke inside the cell dirt, are undercovers
Old head feed kids, have to run the
Damn niggaz in my crew can't bang
You the man, fame, my man frame, champagne
to the wig, Belle', vodka, hit my rib
Corona with a slice of lemon first dig
On an open mic, growl follows, space over
Destroying your perimeter, and prototypes
(High powers) lift through soul, through die shower
Resurrected spirit, with lyrics for top dollars
My squad, holler the loudest, y'all childish
We grown here, spittin' raw street knowledge

[Chorus 2X: Planetary, Paz]
Y'all can't touch us, cause we fuckin' around
And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we buckin' dem

[Vinnie
This animal rap, rap that we make
I hate all, hate law and hate
I everything that you stand for, it's fake
'cause everybody bitin' the gods, a day
I maintain, beef Islamly
my life calmly, like I was Gandhi
Fuckin' with Paz, the one man army
It take a shack and tank to harm me
Come on b, why you trynna to
Why you trynna get ya whole family killed
I'm like a demon outta
I'm the reason that you had any skill
tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop
And put you in the figure-four
And make ya head bop, cause we the rawest
Vinnie Paz, with my man Stoupe holdin' me

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(Vinnie Paz)
Surrender and (or I'ma let the venomous spit)
Tremendous equip (we off the Hennessy sip)
The hit (we hit you with the heavenly shit)
reason you live ('cause we at the end of the clip)
The energy split (young cats must be in the brain)
We the vain ('cause of y'all spittin' the same)
We shookin' the flame (and mounted all the in ya chain)
We stick to the game (ran and the pain)
The stitches (and matter fact, we sonnin' y'all kids)
And after that we up ya son and ya wiz
(We robbin' the kids, and puttin' slugs in ya wigs)
We stuck in the (frozen with your gut to the fridge)
We cuttin' ya ribs (Jed stifflin' y'all)
It's right from the far (we pointin' rifles at y'all
You icey at all, we provoke the sheisty to brawl)
If y'all sleep, Outerspace, ya jaw

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