Luyện nghe bài hát And So It Burns

[Ikon the Hologram]

You style to me
war when the beat drop
just anotha mothafucka see pac
you the type that'll run when the pop
the type that'll hide a gun he see cops
but not me, aim a thirty-eight at the crown
show up the next day at the and frown
yeah, and I'll laugh at the widow
then my man blast through the window
foul when I was but I survived karma
bombs like a b-25 on ya
yeah, it's in the trenches
just my seat warm on the benches
I run wild puerto ricans that hit L's
and classical verses by *Big L*
we up in the game at the same time
and read rappers with the same rhyme

yeah, yeah, uh huh

(break: when I touch the I usually rock it...)

I'm a baboon
hit you with seven stab wounds
bury your deep in earth inside a black tomb
you of the rain, you fear weather
I'm hardcore like in sheer terror
I'll be ready for war with suede on
y'all ain't ready to brawl Vin's gone
won't stop till you dead in
Vinnie Paz, daddy (eh-grendel?)
this bread we fail, yeah, the beast in all this
I was rockin' Diadoras you was eatin' porridge
I was listenin' to the Hustlers*
while you was from sounds of popped mufflers
you was playin' little games your fathers
I was robbin' for they Starters*
you a novice, and I'm a old vet
and I was there when the and the globe met

you safe if the bomb exists
so I with the Vietnamese communists
if you wit me mothafucka raise your arm and
and we can a fuckin' cap and see if God exists
I your wrist, with a poisonous rusty razor
if its Jedi Mind then it must be flavour
and it safe no more
safe in the mothafuckin' place no more
get laced in your upper-body, and jaw
you the type of fagget we got the patience for
we break the law, while we pay our to Allah
but if it's then we be sprayin' your neck with a four
I to hear the sound of a corpse drop
so protect your fuckin' neck like a cough
I let the four shot, different latitudes
so keep it movin' like a that got an attitude