Luyện nghe bài hát A Storm of Swords

Yo, serious wordplay, verse spray
Like a bird blaze, niggaz, where the curb lay
Turn plagen, pretty shitty on a day
Ya city my committee, where the dirt stay
Smoke inside the cell dirt, tray's are
Old head kids, have to run the numbers
Damn shame 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 slice of first dig
On an open mic, growl follows, space night
Destroying perimeter, players and prototypes
(High powers) through your soul, through die shower
Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top
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 dem down

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

2X]

(Vinnie Paz)
Surrender and quit (or let the venomous spit)
Tremendous (we buggin' off the Hennessy sip)
The weaponry hit (we hit you with the 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 the flame (and mounted all the chips in ya chain)
We stick to the game (ran and 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 metal slugs in ya wigs)
We stuck in the crib (frozen with gut to the fridge)
We cuttin' ya ribs (Jed stifflin' y'all)
It's right from the far (we pointin' fuckin' rifles at
You ain't at all, we provoke the sheisty to brawl)
If sleep, Outerspace, slicin' ya jaw

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