Luyện nghe bài hát Allied Meta-Forces

Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya
Red stuff come out his like a Hollywood script
on the floor screamin for mommy and shit
Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors
temperature dips below 76
That's what you get for tellin niggaz that you than 'Bis
Not - if I can't 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, bout to
stabilized at low altitudes
Talkin to the negotiator, out the rules
In a tight compromise salute, road-block troops
Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with
Ten o'clock news flash, and G Rap
All punch bullets are lookin for niggaz in black
Lean back in the El Dorado, passin the bottle
Speakin like Nomi Masho
She got a bangin body, cold sushi with saki
If I'm sloppy, she got me...

G Rap]
Welcome to my world, danger and
Gang of bastards, they ratchets
King and the Jacker, slangin in
Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for
Get from the (?), keep blingin with karats
see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic
The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the
Canibus and G Rap, bangin a
And if that beef on the - hate you enough,
blow out ya in ya casket
Don't you love this element?
Where slugs ya melon and dome
Chrome that's known to bones in an elephant
pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent
Big bullets, wiggle ya guts gelatin
Cut through ya skeleton, intelligence
Ride, stand, and bite the
Jake be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus
We raised in the slums, with in our lungs
the guns, knowin;
My come, razors under the tongue
Clips in the steel, in the wheels,
in the field of fortune
Dead men walkin with hits on the
Late at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons
and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open with wounds nigga
Witness G Rap put it in perspective
Beat up with a dash of the peppers
Get blast for ya
Leave ya brains on the in ya Lexus
We up in the club, for the exit
Make ya spread 'em out - show you what this about
it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood
Believe bled it out (yo)
Crave for the war, pop out with fours
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
Open up shop, 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 in Queens, playa
Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, the shots
Hit the curb, all on the flock
Jockin, like "who there covered in all of them rocks"
It's bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one
G Rap, that live one - pay homage
Get it fucked up, I spray comments, what?!
(Nigga what, the Curriculum!)

Yo, is e'rything my nigga
I ain't bitter, but if I gave you the finger be behind the trigger
Faggot-ass nigga in a gated community
Up in radio, tellin them what you do to me
I in the 'burbs - clean my Winchester
every other weekend the same dirty Hanes shirt
It takes two to tango, to jump rope
Four to bury the body, look out for po'
Yo I everything within the limits of my post
My orders is to you if you get to close
The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit scared of my soul
Nowadays it's like I'm to be known
The methods of my motivation is subjective
My is completely parallel to perspective
Rhyming is the reason I in faces
Habituation of my flamboyance without reservation
Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu,
Word-ologically my syllable is beautiful
Only niggaz if the feeling is mutual
G Rap snatch the tools from you, throw 'em in the crucible
Prolly throw you in there too, mix it up and make
if you admit I'm iller than you
you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo
Motherfucker with the pros

[Kool G
Know it's, dough hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes
and shots all them cowards and foes
Giacanna with 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 coke of the
Yeah we big baby, look off the meter
You should see us, movie star status
Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Pablo fabrics
Froze the we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out
Grimey and out, stack dough, jiggy out
Dime bitches behavin like ya sex skizzied out
Some nigga dizzy south, til he's out, mouth
Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the out
We kidnap for trap - for a gang a mill
Spot himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails
The blood lead to a corpse
Treat my for greed with a torch
For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the
Roll up my sheets with the force
We squeeze off, no need for remorse,
wild goons, we forty Calhouns
You die forty foul dooms for forty moves
Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty rules
Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile nigga
What, what The noble laureate
at y'all niggaz..
Uh.. style nigga...