Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline!

Once 'gain, ladies and gentlemen, yo adrenaline

Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, the pressure's on
And MC's is dressed funny a leprechaun
I rappers up like chicken seczuan
Sells a squads off like a auction
Aiyyo my zodiac sign read
On stage, I make seed to an or-phan
Yo, my age an algebraic
want some? I hit em wit a portion
Son, The foursome, armed at the door son
M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, draw son
You don't want no son? That's when more come
And a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done
and gentlemen
Select the weapon at the gate entering, The Roots instrumentaling
Spark shit, them niggas try to talk
We hit em like the L at and Market
South Philly a hold into a nigga park it
Take sneaks, chains and rings and
back this like we the therapist
Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, again

Once again 'gain, ladies and gentlemen, yo

Zigga zigga zigga to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up
since I was a pup I was designed to erupt
You get to know me, you me slowly, when caught puzzin'
Some niggas thought they was, when of course they
Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in skelet
Transform, from the norm, start to
Yeah be from The Roots, he ain't gone
I took the exit, the sign said Langhorne
I'm trapped up in about five wit live pearls
Shouts to Armour who's name is Jalil
The moat is deep water so let hand expand it
Demandin', takin' you back like Knots
I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out, see in Hampton
Yo what the what the what the, the what the what the
Pivot on this concrete earth I rot
Didn't how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again

Once again 'gain, ladies and gentlemen, yo

passed the mack and we held em, like hostages
Rappers see me, hide face like ostriches
grind your brain into little sausages
Underwater rap, you know who the is
North Philly baby, that's that Raw shit is
You'll get blown out the sky you get talkative
A-D devise rise, I it
So when you see me on the street, don't kid
be on your merry way, or you might get slit
Ask around, wonderin' Dice Raw did
Lay you on like ya gettin' carpeted
You need a kind of mic for retarded kids
Me against you's like verse the Partridges
You to battle, change your name to The Forfeiters
Cause that's what you do, to face wit raw niggas
I give you a bad of the fucked-up jitters, once again

Once again 'gain, ladies and gentlemen, yo

They to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them
Kick in the door wit my boys to riotin'
First that flinch, I'ma fire em
'em up, grip his hands, and plyer em
Know the bricks is in here, you hidin' 'em?
die in the shit that you lyin' in
Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm 'em
Used to cop off my man, now I'm him
Paid the front row seat watchin'
First air crafts what I'm flyin' in
To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and
Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard and them
Used to in cars, now I'm drivin' 'em
to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin' them
Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and
up, two-four, wit Pie and em
But do my dirt, first, wit Kyle and them
Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little and them
Brother news, nigga schooled Park and them
Nigga jump, pull a pump, low 'em
I know shit right now dark to them
Tore they body all up, no chalkin' 'em
Too for them, move out in the dark on em
These Illadel foul streets what I'm stompin' in once

Once again 'gain, and gentlemen, yo adrenaline