Luyện nghe bài hát Allied Meta-Forces

Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya
Red stuff come out his ribs like a script
Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin for mommy and
Cardiologists hook up the monitors quick
Thermometer temperature below 76
That's what you get for niggaz that you better than 'Bis
Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't
The audible probability probably ain't
Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a
Shopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, to shoot
Helicopters at low altitudes
Talkin to the negotiator, layin out the
In a tight salute, road-block with troops
Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with
Ten o'clock news flash, and G Rap
All punch bullets are lookin for niggaz in black
back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the bottle
Speakin Japanese Nomi Masho
She got a bangin body, sushi with warm saki
If I'm sloppy, she got me...

G Rap]
Welcome to my world, and hazards
Gang of bastards, bangin ratchets
King and the Jacker, slangin in
Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, they for stackage
Get from the (?), keep blingin with karats
Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya have it, flames to the attic
The stains on ya fabric, the in the graphic
Canibus and G Rap, bangin a
And if beef on the street - hate you enough,
blow out ya brain in ya
Don't you this drug element?
Where slugs ya melon and dome
Chrome known to break bones in an elephant
Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; the scent
Big bullets, wiggle ya guts like
Cut through ya skeleton, intelligence
Ride, stand, and bite the
Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that bus
We in the slums, with haze in our lungs
Raisin the guns,
My day'll come, under the tongue
Clips in the steel, in the wheels,
chips in the field of
Dead men walkin with hits on the
Late night at the spot, posted goons, dope and balloons
Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open wounds nigga
Witness G Rap put it back in
up shit with a dash of the peppers
Get blast for ya
Leave ya on the dash in ya Lexus
We up in the club, for the exit
Make ya spread 'em out - show you what this lead
Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold
Believe they it out (yo)
Crave for the war, pop out with fours
Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin in the pores
and whores with dick in their jaws
The frame drank of Valor, straight bandit spot
Open up shop, turn the to "Planet Rock"
Shit with no chop, slept with the with the hammer cocked
the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean
Look at that don nigga swervin in Queens,
Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, callin the
Hit the curb, all on the flock
Jockin, like "who that covered in all of them rocks"
It's bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one
Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay
Get it fucked up, I spray comments, what?!
(Nigga what, the Curriculum!)

Yo, e'rything is my nigga
I bitter, but if I gave you the finger it'd be behind the trigger
nigga livin in a gated community
Up in radio, them what you gon' do to me
I live in the 'burbs - my Winchester
other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt
It takes two to tango, three to rope
Four to bury the body, plus out for po'
Yo I guard within the limits of my post
My is to smoke you if you get to close
The whole scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul
Nowadays it's like I'm scared to be
The methods of my motivation is completely
My perception is completely parallel to
is the reason I spit in faces
Habituation of my flamboyance rational reservation
Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu,
Word-ologically my position is beautiful
Only niggaz if the feeling is mutual
G Rap snatch the tools from you, I'll 'em in the crucible
Prolly you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew
if you can't I'm iller than you
Baby you sparred the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo
Motherfucker professionallin the pros

[Kool G
Know it's, dough over - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes
and shots blow all them and foes
proud with the pros, foul mode
We quick reachers, with the fearless til you drip liters
Flip divas, the big secret, strip to tits and beaver
Sip and sniff coke of the peeter
Yeah we ball big baby, look off the
You should see us, it's movie status
Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Pablo fabrics
Froze the we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out
Grimey and out, stack dough, jiggy out
Dime bitches behavin like ya sex slave out
Some nigga dizzy south, til he's out, busy
to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out
We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a
Spot banger himself, rocks under the fingernails
The blood trail lead to a
Treat my appetite for with a torch
For keys to a Porsche, to in the loft
Roll up my hand sheets the force
We squeeze off, no for remorse, playa
wild goons, we forty Calhouns
You die forty foul dooms for forty moves
Bless sparkle, and spark my shorty style rules
Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 tune nigga
What, what The noble laureate
at y'all niggaz..
Uh.. 40-pound nigga...