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 for mommy and shit
hook up the heart monitors quick
Thermometer dips below 76
That's what you get for tellin niggaz you better than 'Bis
Not - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable
The audible probability probably probable
rap, G Rap, underground without a rule
Shopper proof, holdin for hostage, bout to shoot
Helicopters stabilized at low
Talkin to the negotiator, out the rules
In a compromise salute, road-block with troops
Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with
Ten news 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 Nomi
She got a bangin body, cold sushi warm saki
If I'm sloppy, she got me...

G Rap]
Welcome to my world, danger and
Gang of bastards, bangin ratchets
and the Jacker, slangin in traffic
Claimin cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for stackage
Get brains the (?), keep blingin with karats
Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the
The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the
Canibus and G Rap, a classic
And if that on the street - hate you enough,
blow out ya in ya casket
Don't you this drug element?
Where crush ya melon and dome
Chrome that's to break bones in an elephant
Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the
Big bullets, wiggle ya like gelatin
Cut through ya skeleton, intelligence
Ride, stand, and bite the
wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus
We in the slums, with haze in our lungs
the guns, knowin;
My day'll come, under the tongue
Clips in the steel, in the wheels,
in the field of fortune
Dead men walkin with on the grills
Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and
Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open wounds nigga
G Rap put it back in perspective
Beat up with a dash of the peppers
Get for ya necklace
Leave ya brains on the dash in ya
We up in the club, dash for the
Make ya spread 'em out - show you what lead about
Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold
they bled it out (yo)
Crave for the war, pop out rages with
Hit the jackpot, the raw - gettin bands in the pores
Bitches and whores with dick in jaws
The frame sick of Valor, straight bandit spot
up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock"
Shit with no chop, slept with the glock the hammer cocked
Servin the fiends, hop in the and lean
Look at that don nigga swervin in Queens,
Ballin a lot, for props, callin the shots
Hit the curb, all on the flock
Jockin, "who that there covered in all of them rocks"
It's royalty bitch, on the cock, recognize one
Giacanna G Rap, that one - pay homage
Get it fucked up, I spray comments, what?!
(Nigga what, the Curriculum!)

Yo, e'rything is e'rything my
I ain't bitter, but if I gave you the finger it'd be behind the
Faggot-ass 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
Four to bury the body, plus out for po'
Yo I guard everything the limits of my post
My is to smoke you if you get to close
The globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul
Nowadays like I'm scared to be known
The methods of my motivation is completely
My perception is parallel to perspective
is the reason I spit in faces
Habituation of my without rational reservation
Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu,
my syllable position is beautiful
Only respect niggaz if the is mutual
G Rap snatch the tools from you, I'll throw 'em in the
Prolly you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew
if you admit I'm iller than you
you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo
Motherfucker professionallin the pros

G Rap]
Know it's, over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes
and shots blow all them and foes
Giacanna proud the pros, foul mode
We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip
Flip divas, the big secret, strip to tits and beaver
Sip Cris' and sniff of the peeter
Yeah we big baby, look off the meter
You should see us, it's star status
Scar lost cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics
Froze the we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out
and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out
Dime bitches behavin ya sex slave skizzied out
Some dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouth
to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out
We kidnap for - blackmail for a gang a mill
Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the
The trail lead to a corpse
Treat my for greed with a torch
For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the
up my hand sheets with the force
We squeeze off, no for remorse, playa
Forty wild goons, we Calhouns
You die forty foul dooms for forty moves
sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules
Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 tune nigga
What, what nigga? The laureate
Comin at niggaz..
Uh.. 40-pound nigga...