Luyện nghe bài hát Allied Meta-Forces

Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya
Red stuff come out his ribs like a script
on the floor 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 better 'Bis
Not possible - if I pronounce it, it ain't rhymable
The probability probably ain't probable
Supreme rap, G Rap, without a rule
proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, bout to shoot
Helicopters at low altitudes
to the negotiator, layin out the rules
In a compromise salute, road-block with troops
Underwater's not to shoot, but break ya vertebrae with boots
Ten news flash, 'Bis and G Rap
All punch bullets are lookin for them niggaz in
Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the
Speakin Japanese Nomi Masho
She got a bangin body, cold sushi with warm
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, 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 paint in the
Canibus and G Rap, a classic
And if that beef on the street - you enough,
blow out ya in ya casket
Don't you love this element?
Where slugs crush ya and dome
Chrome that's to break bones in an elephant
Shotgun and, gunsmoke; smell the scent
Big bullets, wiggle ya guts gelatin
Cut through ya skeleton, knockage
Ride, stand, and the dust
Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on Riker bus
We raised in the slums, haze in our lungs
Raisin the guns,
My day'll come, razors under the
in the steel, bricks 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, I'll leave you open with wounds nigga
Witness G Rap put it back in
Beat up shit a dash of the peppers
Get for ya necklace
ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus
We up in the club, for the exit
Make ya spread 'em out - show you what lead about
Take it from an old thug, whoever clean blood
Believe they it out (yo)
Crave for the war, pop out with fours
Hit the jackpot, the raw - gettin bands in the pores
Bitches and whores dick in their jaws
The frame drank sick of Valor, bandit spot
up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock"
Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer
Servin the fiends, hop in the Suburban and
Look at that don swervin in Queens, playa
Ballin a lot, 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
Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay
Get it fucked up, I comments, nigga what?!
(Nigga what, the Curriculum!)

Yo, e'rything is e'rything my
I ain't bitter, but if I gave you the it'd be behind the trigger
Faggot-ass nigga in a gated community
Up in radio, tellin them you gon' do to me
I in the 'burbs - clean my Winchester
every other weekend the same dirty Hanes shirt
It two to tango, three to jump rope
Four to 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 scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul
Nowadays it's like I'm to be known
The methods of my is completely 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 position is beautiful
respect niggaz if the feeling is mutual
G Rap snatch the tools from you, I'll 'em in the crucible
Prolly you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew
if you can't I'm iller than you
Baby you sparred with the shadows, and G Rap yo
Motherfucker professionallin with the

[Kool G
Know it's, dough hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes
and shots blow all cowards and foes
Giacanna proud with the pros, mode
We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip
Flip divas, the big secret, to they tits and beaver
Sip Cris' and coke of the peeter
Yeah we big baby, look off the meter
You should see us, it's movie status
Scar lackers lost cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar
Froze the we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out
Grimey and grittied out, dough, jiggy out
Dime bitches behavin like ya sex slave 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 a mill
banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails
The trail lead to a corpse
Treat my appetite for greed a torch
For to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft
up my hand sheets with the force
We squeeze off, no for remorse, playa
Forty wild goons, we Calhouns
You die forty foul for forty coward moves
Bless sparkle, and until my shorty style rules
Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 tune nigga
What, what nigga? The noble
Comin at niggaz..
Uh.. 40-pound nigga...