Luyện nghe bài hát And So It Burns

[Ikon the Hologram]

You frontin' to me
war when the beat drop
just mothafucka gonna 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
up the next day at the wake and frown
yeah, and I'll laugh at the widow
then my man stoupe through the window
foul when I was young but I karma
drop bombs a b-25 on ya
yeah, it's vietnam in the
keep my seat warm on the benches
I run with wild ricans that hit L's
and study classical verses by L*
we came up in the game at the same
and read one-hundred-fifty rappers the same rhyme

yeah, yeah, uh huh

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

I'm a mothafuckin
hit you with thirty seven stab
bury your body deep in earth inside a tomb
you scared of the rain, you fear
I'm hardcore pall-bearer in sheer terror
I'll be ready for war with suede on
y'all ain't ready to brawl until Vin's
won't stop you dead in hell
Paz, mega-child daddy (eh-grendel?)
this bread we fail, yeah, because the in all this
I was rockin' while you was eatin' porridge
I was listenin' to the Hustlers*
you was duckin from sounds of popped mufflers
you was playin' little with your fathers
I was robbin' for they Starters*
you a novice, and I'm a old vet
and I was there when the heavens and the met

you ain't safe if the exists
so I side the Vietnamese communists
if you wit me mothafucka raise your arm and
and we can a fuckin' cap and see if God exists
I scarred your wrist, with a rusty razor
if its Jedi Mind Tricks then it must be
and it ain't safe no
ain't safe in the mothafuckin' no more
get laced in your upper-body, and jaw
you the of fagget we ain't got the patience for
we the law, while we pay our respects to Allah
but if it's beef then we be sprayin' neck with a four
I love to the sound of a corpse drop
so protect your fuckin' like a cough drop
I let the four shot, from latitudes
so it movin' like a bitch that got an attitude