Luyện nghe bài hát Allied Meta-Forces

Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the on top of ya ribs
Red stuff come out his ribs like a 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 probability probably ain't probable
rap, G Rap, underground without a rule
Shopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, bout to
stabilized at low altitudes
Talkin to the negotiator, out the rules
In a compromise salute, road-block with troops
not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots
Ten o'clock flash, 'Bis and G Rap
All punch bullets are lookin for them in black
back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the bottle
Speakin like Nomi Masho
She got a bangin body, sushi with warm saki
If I'm sloppy, she got me...

G Rap]
Welcome to my world, and hazards
Gang of bastards, bangin ratchets
King and the Jacker, in traffic
Claimin they cabbage, half, they aimin for stackage
Get from 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
and G Rap, bangin a classic
And if that on the street - hate you enough,
out ya brain in ya casket
Don't you this drug element?
slugs crush ya melon and dome
Chrome that's to break bones in an elephant
Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the
Big bullets, wiggle ya guts like
Cut ya skeleton, knockage intelligence
Ride, stand, and bite the
Jake wanna be like a cuffed on that Riker bus
We raised in the slums, haze in our lungs
the guns, knowin;
My come, razors under the tongue
Clips in the steel, in the wheels,
chips in the field of
Dead men with hits 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 a dash of the peppers
Get blast for ya
Leave ya on the dash in ya Lexus
We up in the club, for the exit
ya spread 'em out - show 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 with fours
Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin in the pores
Bitches and whores with dick in jaws
The drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spot
Open up shop, the block to "Planet Rock"
Shit with no chop, with the glock with the hammer cocked
the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean
Look at don nigga swervin in Queens, playa
Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, the shots
Hit the curb, all on the flock
Jockin, "who that there covered in all of them rocks"
royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one
Giacanna G Rap, that one - pay homage
Get it up, I spray comments, nigga what?!
(Nigga what, the Curriculum!)

Yo, e'rything is my nigga
I ain't bitter, but if I you the finger it'd be behind the trigger
Faggot-ass nigga in a gated community
Up in radio, tellin them you gon' do to me
I live in the - clean my Winchester
other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt
It takes two to tango, three to rope
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 whole globe of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul
Nowadays it's I'm scared to be known
The of my motivation is completely subjective
My perception is completely to perspective
is the reason I spit in faces
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 throw you in there too, mix it up and nigga-stew
if you can't admit I'm iller you
you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo
Motherfucker professionallin with the

G Rap]
Know it's, dough hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes
and shots blow all them and foes
proud with the pros, foul mode
We quick reachers, spear with the til you drip liters
divas, the big secret, strip to they tits and beaver
Sip and sniff coke of the peeter
Yeah we ball big baby, look off the
You should see us, it's movie status
Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Escobar fabrics
the road 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 he's out, mouth
Swerve to the curb, hit the split the kitties out
We kidnap for - blackmail for a gang a mill
Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks the fingernails
The blood trail to a corpse
my appetite for greed with a torch
For keys to a Porsche, to in the loft
Roll up my hand sheets with the
We squeeze off, no for remorse, playa
Forty wild goons, we forty
You die forty foul dooms for forty coward
Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style
Giancanna dead? Widespread, be a 40 mile tune nigga
What, what nigga? The laureate
at y'all niggaz..
Uh.. 40-pound nigga...