Luyện nghe bài hát Allied Meta-Forces

Yo.. the rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribs
Red come out his ribs like a Hollywood script
Bitch-niggaz on the floor for mommy and shit
Cardiologists up the heart monitors quick
Thermometer dips below 76
That's what you get for tellin niggaz that you better than
Not - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable
The audible probability probably ain't
Supreme rap, G Rap, underground a rule
Shopper proof, holdin for hostage, bout to shoot
Helicopters at low altitudes
Talkin to the negotiator, out the rules
In a tight compromise salute, with troops
Underwater's not to shoot, but they ya vertebrae with boots
Ten news flash, 'Bis and G Rap
All punch bullets are lookin for them niggaz in
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...

[Kool G
to my world, danger and hazards
Gang of bastards, bangin they
King and the Jacker, in traffic
Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for
Get brains from the (?), keep blingin with
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 that beef on the street - you enough,
out ya brain in ya casket
Don't you love drug element?
Where slugs crush ya and dome
Chrome that's known to bones in an elephant
pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent
Big bullets, wiggle ya like gelatin
Cut through ya skeleton, knockage
Ride, stand, and bite the
Jake wanna be like a Russian on that Riker bus
We in the slums, with haze in our lungs
the guns, knowin;
My day'll come, razors the tongue
in the steel, bricks in the wheels,
chips in the field of
Dead men walkin with on the grills
Late night at the spot, posted with goons, and balloons
Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll you open with wounds nigga
Witness G Rap put it back in
up shit with a dash of the peppers
Get blast for ya
ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus
We up in the club, for the exit
Make ya 'em out - show you what this lead about
Take it an old thug, whoever clean cold blood
they bled it out (yo)
Crave for the war, pop out rages fours
Hit the jackpot, the raw - gettin bands in the pores
and whores with dick in their jaws
The frame drank sick of Valor, bandit spot
Open up shop, the block to "Planet Rock"
Shit no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer cocked
Servin the fiends, hop in the Suburban and
at that don nigga swervin in Queens, playa
Ballin a lot, for props, callin the shots
Hit the curb, birds all on the
Jockin, like "who there covered in all of them 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 you the finger it'd be behind the trigger
Faggot-ass nigga livin in a community
Up in radio, tellin them you gon' do to me
I live in the - clean my Winchester
every weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt
It takes two to tango, three to jump
Four to bury the body, look out for po'
Yo I guard everything within the of my post
My is to smoke you if you get to close
The whole globe of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul
Nowadays it's I'm scared to be known
The methods of my is completely subjective
My is completely parallel to perspective
Rhyming is the reason I spit in
Habituation of my flamboyance without reservation
Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu,
Word-ologically my position is beautiful
respect niggaz if the feeling is mutual
G Rap snatch the from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible
Prolly you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew
if you can't admit I'm iller you
Baby you with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo
Motherfucker with the pros

G Rap]
Know it's, over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes
and blow all them cowards and foes
Giacanna proud with the pros, mode
We quick reachers, spear with the til you drip liters
Flip divas, the big secret, strip to tits and beaver
Sip Cris' and coke of the peeter
we ball big baby, look off the meter
You should see us, it's movie status
Scar lackers cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics
Froze the road we chose, not a route, Diddied out
Grimey and grittied out, dough, jiggy out
Dime bitches like ya sex slave skizzied out
Some nigga dizzy south, til he's out, mouth
Swerve to the curb, hit the bird the kitties out
We kidnap for trap - for a gang a mill
Spot himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails
The blood lead to a corpse
my appetite for greed with a torch
For to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft
Roll up my hand sheets the force
We off, no need for remorse, playa
Forty goons, we forty Calhouns
You die forty dooms for forty coward moves
Bless sparkle, and until my shorty style rules
dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune nigga
What, what nigga? The noble
Comin at niggaz..
Uh.. style nigga...