Luyện nghe bài hát A Storm of Swords

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

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

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

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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)
Only reason you ('cause we at the end of the clip)
The energy split (young cats must be in the brain)
We hittin' the vain ('cause of spittin' the same)
We shookin' the flame (and mounted all the in ya chain)
We to the game (ran and inflicted the pain)
The stitches remain (and matter fact, we sonnin' kids)
And after that we up ya son and ya wiz
(We robbin' the kids, and puttin' metal in ya wigs)
We in the crib (frozen with your gut to the fridge)
We cuttin' ya ribs (Jed Mind y'all)
It's from the far (we pointin' fuckin' 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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