Luyện nghe bài hát Allied Meta-Forces

Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the on top of ya ribs
Red stuff out his ribs like a Hollywood script
Bitch-niggaz on the floor for mommy and shit
hook up the heart monitors quick
Thermometer temperature 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 probably ain't probable
Supreme rap, G Rap, without a rule
Shopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, to shoot
Helicopters at low altitudes
Talkin to the negotiator, out the rules
In a tight compromise salute, road-block troops
not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots
Ten o'clock flash, 'Bis and G Rap
All bullets are lookin for them niggaz in black
back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the bottle
Speakin like Nomi Masho
She got a body, cold sushi with warm 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 cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for stackage
Get brains from the (?), keep blingin karats
Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the
The stains on ya fabric, the in the graphic
Canibus and G Rap, bangin a
And if that beef on the street - you enough,
out ya brain in ya casket
Don't you this drug element?
slugs crush ya melon and dome
Chrome that's known to bones in an elephant
Shotgun pellets and, smell the scent
Big bullets, ya guts like gelatin
Cut through ya skeleton, intelligence
Ride, stand, and the dust
Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that bus
We raised in the slums, with haze in our
the guns, knowin;
My come, razors under the tongue
Clips in the steel, in the wheels,
in the field of fortune
Dead men with hits on the grills
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 back in
Beat up with 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
Make ya 'em out - show you what this lead about
Take it from an old thug, clean cold blood
Believe they it out (yo)
for the war, pop out rages with fours
Hit the jackpot, the raw - gettin bands in the pores
Bitches and whores dick in their jaws
The frame sick of Valor, straight bandit spot
up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock"
Shit with no chop, slept the glock with the hammer cocked
the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean
Look at that don nigga in Queens, playa
Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, callin the
Hit the curb, birds all on the
Jockin, like "who that there covered in all of rocks"
royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one
Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay
Get it up, I spray comments, nigga 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 livin in a gated community
Up in radio, them what you gon' do to me
I in the 'burbs - clean my Winchester
every other with the same dirty Hanes shirt
It two to tango, three to jump rope
to bury the body, plus 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 is completely subjective
My perception is completely to perspective
is the reason I spit in faces
Habituation of my flamboyance rational reservation
Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu,
Word-ologically my syllable is beautiful
Only respect niggaz if the feeling is
G Rap snatch the tools you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible
Prolly throw you in there too, mix it up and make
if you can't admit I'm iller you
Baby you sparred with the shadows, and G Rap yo
Motherfucker with the pros

[Kool G
Know it's, dough over - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes
and shots all them cowards and foes
Giacanna proud the pros, foul mode
We quick reachers, spear with the til you drip liters
Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they tits and
Sip Cris' and sniff coke of the
Yeah we ball big baby, off the meter
You see us, it's movie star status
Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Pablo fabrics
the road we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out
Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, out
Dime bitches behavin ya sex slave skizzied out
Some nigga dizzy south, til he's out, busy
to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out
We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a a mill
banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails
The trail lead to a corpse
my appetite for greed with a torch
For keys to a Porsche, to in the loft
up my hand sheets with the force
We off, no need for remorse, playa
Forty wild goons, we Calhouns
You die forty foul for forty coward moves
Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style
dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune nigga
What, what The noble laureate
at y'all niggaz..
Uh.. style nigga...