Luyện nghe bài hát Allied Meta-Forces

Yo.. the rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribs
Red stuff out his ribs like a Hollywood script
Bitch-niggaz on the floor for mommy and shit
Cardiologists up the heart monitors quick
Thermometer temperature below 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 probably probable
Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a
Shopper proof, hip-hop for hostage, bout to shoot
Helicopters at low altitudes
Talkin to the negotiator, out the rules
In a tight compromise salute, with troops
Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya with boots
Ten news flash, 'Bis and G Rap
All punch are lookin for them niggaz in black
Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the
Speakin like Nomi Masho
She got a bangin body, cold sushi warm saki
If I'm sloppy, she got me...

[Kool G
to my world, danger and hazards
Gang of bastards, they ratchets
King and the Jacker, slangin in
they cabbage, obtain 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 love drug element?
Where slugs crush ya and dome
that's known to break bones in an elephant
Shotgun and, gunsmoke; smell the scent
Big bullets, wiggle ya guts like
Cut ya skeleton, knockage intelligence
Ride, stand, and the dust
Jake be like a Russian 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 field of
Dead men walkin with hits on the
Late night at the spot, posted with goons, and balloons
Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open with wounds
G Rap put it back in perspective
Beat up shit with a of the peppers
Get for ya necklace
Leave ya on the dash in ya Lexus
We up in the club, for the exit
Make ya spread 'em out - you what this lead about
Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold
they bled it out (yo)
Crave for the war, pop out rages fours
Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - bands in the pores
Bitches and whores with dick in jaws
The drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spot
Open up shop, turn the to "Planet Rock"
Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer
the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean
Look at that don nigga swervin in Queens,
a lot, brawlin for props, callin the shots
Hit the curb, all on the flock
Jockin, like "who that 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, e'rything is e'rything my
I bitter, but if I gave you the finger it'd be behind the trigger
Faggot-ass livin in a gated community
Up in radio, tellin them you gon' do to me
I in the 'burbs - clean my Winchester
every other weekend with the dirty Hanes shirt
It two to tango, three to jump rope
Four to bury the body, look out for po'
Yo I guard within the limits of my post
My orders is to smoke you if you get to
The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit scared of my soul
it's like I'm scared to be known
The methods of my motivation is completely
My perception is completely to perspective
is the reason I spit in faces
Habituation of my without rational reservation
Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu,
Word-ologically my position is beautiful
Only niggaz if the feeling is mutual
G Rap snatch the tools from you, throw 'em in the crucible
Prolly you in there too, mix it up and make 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 over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and
and blow all them cowards and foes
proud with the pros, foul mode
We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip
Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they and beaver
Sip Cris' and sniff of the peeter
Yeah we ball big baby, look off the
You should see us, it's movie star
Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Escobar fabrics
Froze the we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out
Grimey and out, stack dough, jiggy out
Dime behavin like ya sex slave skizzied out
Some nigga south, til he's out, busy mouth
to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out
We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a
banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails
The blood lead to a corpse
Treat my appetite for greed a torch
For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the
up my hand sheets with the force
We squeeze off, no need for remorse,
wild goons, we forty Calhouns
You die forty foul dooms for coward moves
Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style
Giancanna Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune nigga
What, nigga? The noble laureate
Comin at niggaz..
Uh.. 40-pound nigga...