Luyện nghe bài hát Allied Meta-Forces

Yo.. the shottie rip, the skin on top of ya ribs
Red stuff come out his ribs a Hollywood script
Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin for mommy and
Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors
Thermometer temperature below 76
That's what you get for tellin niggaz that you than 'Bis
Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it rhymable
The audible probability probably probable
Supreme rap, G Rap, underground a rule
Shopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, to shoot
stabilized at low altitudes
Talkin to the negotiator, layin out the
In a tight compromise salute, road-block troops
Underwater's not to shoot, but break ya vertebrae with boots
Ten o'clock flash, 'Bis and G Rap
All bullets are lookin for them niggaz in black
Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, the bottle
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, 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 (?), 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
and G Rap, bangin a classic
And if beef on the street - hate you enough,
blow out ya brain in ya
Don't you this drug element?
Where slugs crush ya melon and
Chrome that's known to bones in an elephant
pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent
Big bullets, wiggle ya guts like
Cut through ya skeleton, intelligence
Ride, stand, and the dust
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
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
and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open with wounds nigga
Witness G Rap put it in perspective
Beat up shit with a dash of the
Get blast for ya
ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus
We up in the club, dash for the
Make ya spread 'em out - you what this lead about
Take it from an old thug, clean cold blood
Believe bled it out (yo)
Crave for the war, pop out rages with
Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - bands in the pores
Bitches and with dick 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 Suburban and
Look at that don swervin in Queens, playa
Ballin a lot, for props, callin the shots
Hit the curb, all on the flock
Jockin, like "who that there covered in all of rocks"
It's royalty bitch, on the cock, recognize one
Giacanna G Rap, live one - pay homage
Get it fucked up, I spray comments, what?!
(Nigga what, the Curriculum!)

Yo, e'rything is my nigga
I ain't bitter, but if I gave you the it'd be behind the trigger
Faggot-ass nigga in a gated community
Up in radio, them what you gon' do to me
I in the 'burbs - clean my Winchester
every other weekend with the same dirty Hanes
It takes two to tango, to jump rope
Four to 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 scared of my flow, world scared of my soul
Nowadays it's like I'm to be known
The methods of my motivation is completely
My perception is parallel to perspective
Rhyming is the reason I in faces
Habituation of my flamboyance rational reservation
Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu,
my syllable position is beautiful
Only respect niggaz if the is mutual
G Rap snatch the from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible
throw you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew
if you admit I'm iller than you
Baby you sparred the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo
Motherfucker professionallin with the

G Rap]
Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and
and blow all them cowards and foes
Giacanna proud the pros, foul mode
We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you liters
Flip divas, the big secret, to they tits and beaver
Sip and sniff coke of the peeter
we ball big baby, look off the meter
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 grittied out, stack dough, out
Dime behavin like ya sex slave skizzied out
nigga dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouth
Swerve to the curb, hit the split the kitties out
We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a a mill
Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks the fingernails
The blood lead to a corpse
Treat my appetite for greed 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 foul for forty coward moves
Bless sparkle, and spark my shorty style rules
Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile nigga
What, nigga? The noble laureate
at y'all niggaz..
Uh.. 40-pound nigga...