Luyện nghe bài hát Allied Meta-Forces

Yo.. the shottie rip, the skin on top of ya ribs
Red stuff come out his like a Hollywood script
Bitch-niggaz on the screamin for mommy and shit
Cardiologists hook up the heart quick
Thermometer dips below 76
That's what you get for tellin niggaz that you than 'Bis
Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it rhymable
The audible probably ain't probable
Supreme rap, G Rap, without a rule
Shopper proof, holdin for hostage, bout to shoot
Helicopters stabilized at low
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 o'clock flash, 'Bis and G Rap
All punch bullets are lookin for them niggaz in
Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, the bottle
Speakin Japanese Nomi Masho
She got a bangin body, cold sushi with saki
If I'm sloppy, she got me...

[Kool G
Welcome to my world, danger and
Gang of bastards, bangin they
and the Jacker, slangin in traffic
Claimin cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for stackage
Get brains from the (?), keep blingin with
Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame it, flames to the attic
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 love drug element?
Where slugs ya melon and dome
Chrome that's known to break in an elephant
Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the
Big bullets, wiggle ya like gelatin
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 haze in our
the guns, knowin;
My come, razors under the tongue
Clips in the steel, in the wheels,
chips in the of fortune
men walkin with hits on the grills
Late at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons
Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open with nigga
Witness G Rap put it back in
Beat up with a dash 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 - show you what this lead
Take it an old thug, whoever clean cold blood
Believe bled it out (yo)
Crave for the war, pop out with fours
Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - bands in the pores
and whores with dick in their 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 with the hammer
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, like "who there covered in all of them rocks"
It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, one
Giacanna G Rap, that one - pay homage
Get it up, I spray comments, nigga 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 live in the 'burbs - my Winchester
every other weekend with the dirty Hanes shirt
It two to tango, three to jump rope
Four to the body, plus look 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 like I'm scared to be known
The methods of my is completely subjective
My perception is completely parallel to
Rhyming is the reason I spit in
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 the tools from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible
throw 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 with the pros

G Rap]
Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, and clothes
and shots blow all them and foes
Giacanna proud with the pros, mode
We reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip liters
Flip divas, the big secret, strip to tits and beaver
Sip and sniff coke of the peeter
we ball big baby, look off the meter
You should see us, it's star status
Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Escobar fabrics
Froze the road we chose, not a route, Diddied out
Grimey and grittied out, dough, jiggy out
Dime bitches behavin like ya sex slave out
Some nigga dizzy south, til he's out, busy
Swerve to the curb, hit the bird the kitties out
We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a a mill
Spot himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails
The blood trail lead to a
Treat my appetite for greed a torch
For to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft
Roll up my hand sheets the force
We off, no need for remorse, playa
Forty wild goons, we forty
You die forty foul dooms for forty moves
Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style
Giancanna dead? Widespread, be a 40 mile tune nigga
What, nigga? The noble laureate
Comin at niggaz..
Uh.. 40-pound nigga...