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 screamin for and shit
Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors
Thermometer temperature dips 76
That's you get for tellin niggaz that you better than 'Bis
Not possible - if I pronounce it, it ain't rhymable
The audible probability ain't probable
Supreme rap, G Rap, underground a rule
Shopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, to shoot
Helicopters stabilized at low
to the negotiator, layin out the rules
In a tight compromise salute, road-block with
Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with
Ten o'clock flash, 'Bis and G Rap
All punch bullets are for them niggaz in black
back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the bottle
Speakin Japanese like Masho
She got a bangin body, cold sushi with saki
If I'm sloppy, she got me...

[Kool G
Welcome to my world, and hazards
Gang of bastards, bangin ratchets
King and the Jacker, in traffic
Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, aimin for stackage
Get brains from the (?), keep blingin karats
Cops see me in Maddox, let ya dame have it, flames to the attic
The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the
Canibus and G Rap, a classic
And if that beef on the street - you enough,
blow out ya brain in ya
you love this drug element?
Where slugs crush ya and dome
Chrome that's known to break in an elephant
Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; the scent
Big bullets, ya guts like gelatin
Cut through ya skeleton, intelligence
Ride, stand, and the dust
Jake wanna be like a cuffed on that Riker bus
We raised in the slums, with in our lungs
the guns, knowin;
My day'll come, under the tongue
in the steel, bricks in the wheels,
chips in the of fortune
men walkin with hits on the grills
Late night at the spot, posted goons, dope and balloons
Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you with wounds nigga
Witness G Rap put it in perspective
Beat up shit with a of the peppers
Get blast for ya
Leave ya brains on the in ya Lexus
We up in the club, dash for the
Make ya spread 'em out - show you what this about
Take it from an old thug, whoever clean blood
Believe bled it out (yo)
Crave for the war, pop out rages with
Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin bands in the
Bitches and whores dick in their jaws
The frame drank sick of Valor, straight 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
Look at that don swervin in Queens, playa
Ballin a lot, for props, callin the shots
Hit the curb, birds all on the
Jockin, like "who that there in all of them rocks"
It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, one
Giacanna G Rap, that one - pay homage
Get it fucked up, I spray comments, what?!
(Nigga what, the Curriculum!)

Yo, is e'rything 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, tellin them what you do to me
I live in the - 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 within the of my post
My orders is to smoke you if you get to
The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my
it's like I'm scared to be known
The methods of my motivation is completely
My is completely parallel to perspective
Rhyming is the reason I in faces
Habituation of my flamboyance rational reservation
Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu,
Word-ologically my position is beautiful
respect niggaz if the feeling is mutual
G Rap snatch the tools from you, throw 'em in the crucible
throw you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew
if you can't admit I'm than you
you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo
Motherfucker professionallin the pros

[Kool G
Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and
and shots blow all them and foes
Giacanna proud with the pros, foul
We quick reachers, with the fearless til you drip liters
Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they and beaver
Sip and sniff coke of the peeter
we ball big baby, look off the meter
You should see us, it's star status
Scar lost cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics
the road we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out
Grimey and out, stack dough, jiggy out
Dime bitches behavin like ya sex skizzied out
Some dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouth
Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the out
We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a
banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails
The blood trail lead to a
Treat my appetite for greed with a
For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the
Roll up my sheets with the force
We squeeze off, no for remorse, playa
Forty wild goons, we Calhouns
You die forty foul for forty coward moves
Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style
Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile nigga
What, what nigga? The laureate
Comin at niggaz..
Uh.. 40-pound nigga...