Luyện nghe bài hát A Storm of Swords

Yo, serious syllable wordplay, spray
a desert bird blaze, niggaz, where the curb lay
Turn plagen, shitty on a church day
Ya city my committee, tustle where the stay
inside the cell dirt, tray's are undercovers
Old head feed kids, have to run the
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 mic, growl follows, space over night
Destroying your perimeter, and prototypes
(High powers) lift through soul, through die shower
your 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 us, cause we ain't fuckin' around
And y'all can't with us, or else we buckin' dem down

Paz]
This animal rap, rap that we make
I hate all, law and hate jake
I hate that you stand for, it's fake
'cause everybody the gods, a day late
I maintain, beef Islamly
my life calmly, like I was Gandhi
Fuckin' Vinnie Paz, the one man army
It take a 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' that you had any skill
With ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop
And put you in the leglock
And make ya head bop, cause we the around
Vinnie Paz, with my man Stoupe me down

2X]

(Vinnie Paz)
Surrender and (or I'ma let the venomous spit)
Tremendous (we buggin' off the Hennessy sip)
The weaponry hit (we hit you the heavenly shit)
Only reason you ('cause we at the end of the clip)
The energy split (young must be sick in the brain)
We hittin' the ('cause of y'all spittin' the same)
We the flame (and mounted all the chips in ya chain)
We to the game (ran and inflicted the pain)
The stitches remain (and matter fact, we y'all kids)
And after we snatchin' up ya son and ya wiz
(We robbin' the kids, and puttin' metal in ya wigs)
We stuck in the crib (frozen your gut to the fridge)
We ya ribs (Jed Mind stifflin' y'all)
It's right from the far (we pointin' fuckin' at y'all
You ain't at all, we provoke the sheisty to brawl)
If sleep, Outerspace, slicin' ya jaw

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