Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline!

Once again 'gain, 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
a squads off like a slave auction
Aiyyo my sign read caution
On stage, I make your seed to an
Yo, my age an algebraic
Niggas some? I hit em wit a portion
Son, The Fifth foursome, at the door son
M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, draw son
You don't want no more son? That's when more
And drag a nigga Eerie to Oregon, you're all done
and gentlemen
Select the weapon at the upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling
Spark shit, them niggas try to talk
We hit em the L at 60th and Market
South clip a hold into a nigga park it
Take sneaks, and rings and bracelets
Split back like we the therapist
Adrenaline, mic terrorist, once again

Once again 'gain, ladies and gentlemen, yo

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

Once again 'gain, ladies and gentlemen, yo

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

Once again 'gain, ladies and gentlemen, yo

They to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them
Kick in the door wit my boys stick to
First nigga that flinch, 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 watchin' Iverson
First class air what I'm flyin' in
To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Bryant and them
Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard and them
Used to in cars, now I'm drivin' 'em
Used to '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, twenty first, wit Kyle and
Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little and them
Brother news, nigga schooled Marley and them
Nigga jump, pull a pump, low 'em
I know shit right now gettin' dark to
Tore they body all up, ain't no 'em
Too sharp for them, out in the dark on em
These Illadel foul streets I'm stompin' in once again

Once again 'gain, ladies and gentlemen, yo