Luyện nghe bài hát A Storm of Swords

Yo, serious wordplay, verse spray
Like a desert bird blaze, niggaz, the curb lay
Turn plagen, pretty shitty on a day
Ya my committee, tustle where the dirt stay
inside the cell dirt, tray's are undercovers
Old feed kids, have 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 a slice of lemon first dig
On an mic, growl follows, space over night
your perimeter, players and prototypes
(High powers) lift through your soul, through die
Resurrected spirit, with lyrics for top dollars
My squad, holler the loudest, niggaz childish
We grown here, spittin' raw street knowledge

2X: Planetary, Vinnie Paz]
Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fuckin'
And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we dem down

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

2X]

(Vinnie Paz)
Surrender and (or I'ma let the venomous spit)
equip (we buggin' 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 (young cats must be sick in the brain)
We hittin' the vain ('cause of y'all the same)
We the flame (and mounted all the chips in ya chain)
We to the game (ran and inflicted the pain)
The remain (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 ain't icey at all, we the sheisty to brawl)
If y'all sleep, Outerspace, ya jaw

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