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
on the floor screamin for mommy and shit
Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors
Thermometer temperature below 76
That's what you get for tellin that you better than 'Bis
Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't
The audible probability probably ain't
Supreme rap, G Rap, without a rule
Shopper proof, hip-hop for hostage, bout to shoot
stabilized at low altitudes
Talkin to the negotiator, layin out the
In a tight compromise salute, road-block with
Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya with boots
Ten o'clock flash, 'Bis and G Rap
All bullets are lookin for them niggaz in black
Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the
Speakin Japanese 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, bangin ratchets
and the Jacker, slangin in traffic
Claimin cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for stackage
Get brains from the (?), blingin with karats
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 - hate you enough,
blow out ya brain in ya
Don't you love drug element?
Where slugs crush ya and dome
Chrome that's to break bones in an elephant
Shotgun pellets and, smell the scent
Big bullets, ya guts like gelatin
Cut ya skeleton, knockage intelligence
Ride, stand, and the dust
Jake wanna be like a cuffed on that Riker bus
We raised in the slums, with in our lungs
Raisin the guns,
My day'll come, under the tongue
in the steel, bricks in the wheels,
chips in the of fortune
Dead men walkin hits on the grills
night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons
Coke and the doom, scheme; 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 on the dash in ya Lexus
We up in the club, dash for the
Make ya spread 'em out - show you this lead about
it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood
Believe they it out (yo)
Crave for the war, pop out rages with
Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - bands in the pores
Bitches and whores with dick in their
The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit
Open up shop, the block to "Planet Rock"
Shit with no chop, with the glock with the hammer cocked
Servin the fiends, hop in the Suburban and
Look at that don swervin in Queens, playa
a lot, brawlin for props, callin 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 ain't bitter, but if I gave you the finger it'd be behind the
Faggot-ass nigga in a gated community
Up in radio, tellin them you gon' do to me
I live in the 'burbs - my Winchester
every other with the same dirty Hanes shirt
It two to tango, three to jump rope
Four to bury the body, plus out for po'
Yo I guard everything the limits of my post
My orders is to smoke you if you get to
The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my
Nowadays it's I'm scared to be known
The of my motivation is completely subjective
My perception is completely to perspective
Rhyming is the reason I spit in
Habituation of my flamboyance without rational
Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu,
Word-ologically my syllable position is
respect niggaz if the feeling is mutual
G Rap the tools from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible
Prolly throw you in too, mix it up and make nigga-stew
if you can't I'm iller than you
you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo
Motherfucker with the pros

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