Luyện nghe bài hát Allied Meta-Forces

Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya
Red stuff come out his ribs a Hollywood script
Bitch-niggaz on the floor for mommy and shit
Cardiologists up the heart monitors quick
Thermometer temperature dips 76
what you get for tellin niggaz that you better than 'Bis
Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it rhymable
The audible probability probably probable
Supreme rap, G Rap, underground a rule
proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, bout to shoot
Helicopters stabilized at low
to the negotiator, layin out the rules
In a tight salute, road-block with troops
not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots
Ten news flash, 'Bis and G Rap
All punch bullets are for them niggaz in black
Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the
Speakin Japanese like Nomi
She got a bangin body, cold sushi with warm
If I'm sloppy, she got me...

G Rap]
Welcome to my world, danger and
of bastards, bangin they ratchets
King and the Jacker, slangin in
Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, they for stackage
Get brains from the (?), keep 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
and G Rap, bangin a classic
And if that beef on the - hate you enough,
blow out ya brain in ya
Don't you love this drug
slugs crush ya melon and dome
Chrome that's known to bones in an elephant
Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the
Big bullets, ya guts like gelatin
Cut through ya skeleton, knockage
Ride, stand, and the dust
Jake wanna be like a Russian on that Riker bus
We raised in the slums, with haze in our
Raisin the guns,
My day'll come, under the tongue
Clips in the steel, in the wheels,
chips in the of fortune
Dead men walkin with on the grills
Late night at the spot, posted with goons, and balloons
Coke and the doom, I'll leave you open with wounds nigga
G Rap put it back in perspective
Beat up shit a dash of the peppers
Get for ya necklace
ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus
We up in the club, for the exit
Make ya spread 'em out - show you what lead about
Take it from an old thug, whoever clean blood
Believe they it out (yo)
for the war, pop out rages with fours
Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin bands in the
Bitches and whores with in their jaws
The frame drank sick of Valor, bandit spot
Open up shop, the block to "Planet Rock"
Shit with no chop, slept with the with the hammer cocked
Servin the fiends, hop in the and lean
at that don nigga swervin in Queens, playa
Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, the shots
Hit the curb, birds all on the
Jockin, like "who that there covered in all of rocks"
It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, one
Giacanna G Rap, that one - pay homage
Get it up, I spray comments, nigga what?!
(Nigga what, the Curriculum!)

Yo, is e'rything my nigga
I ain't bitter, but if I gave you the it'd be behind the trigger
Faggot-ass nigga livin in a gated
Up in radio, tellin them you gon' do to me
I in the 'burbs - clean my Winchester
every other weekend with the same dirty shirt
It takes two to tango, three to jump
to bury the body, plus look out for po'
Yo I guard everything the limits of my post
My orders is to smoke you if you get to
The whole globe of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul
Nowadays it's like I'm to be known
The methods of my motivation is subjective
My perception is completely parallel to
Rhyming is the reason I spit in
Habituation of my flamboyance without rational
Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu,
Word-ologically my position is beautiful
respect niggaz if the feeling is mutual
G Rap snatch the tools you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible
throw you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew
if you can't admit I'm iller you
you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo
Motherfucker professionallin the pros

G Rap]
Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and
and shots all them cowards and foes
Giacanna proud with the pros, mode
We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you liters
Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they and beaver
Sip Cris' and coke of the peeter
we ball big baby, look off the meter
You should see us, it's movie star
Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar
Froze the we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out
Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, out
Dime bitches behavin like ya sex slave out
Some nigga dizzy south, til out, busy mouth
to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out
We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a
Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the
The trail lead to a corpse
Treat my appetite for greed with a
For to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft
Roll up my hand sheets with the
We squeeze off, no for remorse, playa
wild goons, we forty Calhouns
You die forty dooms for forty coward moves
Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style
Giancanna Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune nigga
What, what nigga? The laureate
at y'all niggaz..
Uh.. style nigga...