Luyện nghe bài hát And So It Burns

[Ikon the Verbal

You style to me
it's war the beat drop
anotha mothafucka gonna see pac
you the type run when the heat pop
the type that'll a gun when he see cops
but not me, aim a thirty-eight at the crown
show up the next day at the wake and
yeah, and then I'll laugh at the
then my man stoupe through the window
foul I was young but I survived karma
drop bombs a b-25 on ya
yeah, vietnam in the trenches
just keep my warm on the benches
I run with puerto ricans that hit L's
and study classical by *Big L*
we came up in the game at the time
and read one-hundred-fifty rappers the same rhyme

yeah, yeah, uh huh

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

I'm a mothafuckin
hit you with thirty seven stab
bury your body in earth inside a black tomb
you of the rain, you fear weather
I'm hardcore like pall-bearer in terror
I'll be ready for war with timbs on
y'all ain't to brawl until Vin's gone
stop till you dead in hell
Vinnie Paz, daddy (eh-grendel?)
this bread we fail, yeah, because the in all this
I was rockin' Diadoras you was eatin' porridge
I was listenin' to the *Hilltop
you was duckin from sounds of popped mufflers
you was playin' little games your fathers
I was robbin' mothafuckas for they
you a novice, and I'm a old vet
and I was there when the heavens and the met

you ain't if the bomb exists
so I side with the Vietnamese
if you wit me raise your arm and fist
and we can bust a cap and see if God exists
I scarred your wrist, a poisonous rusty razor
if its Jedi Mind Tricks then it 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 respects to
but if it's then we be sprayin' your neck with a four
I love to hear the sound of a corpse
so protect your fuckin' neck a cough drop
I let the four shot, from different
so keep it movin' like a that got an attitude