Luyện nghe bài hát And So It Burns

[Ikon the Verbal

You frontin' to me
it's war when the beat
just anotha gonna see pac
you the that'll run when the heat pop
the type that'll hide a gun he see cops
but not me, I'll aim a at the crown
up the next day at the wake and frown
yeah, and then I'll laugh at the
then my man stoupe through the window
foul when I was young but I karma
bombs like 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 verses by *Big L*
we came up in the at the same time
and one-hundred-fifty 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 thirty seven wounds
bury your deep in earth inside a black tomb
you of the rain, you fear weather
I'm hardcore like pall-bearer in sheer
be ready for war with suede timbs on
y'all ain't ready to until Vin's gone
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' Diadoras while you was eatin'
I was listenin' to the Hustlers*
you was duckin from sounds of popped mufflers
you was playin' games with your fathers
I was robbin' for they Starters*
you a novice, and I'm a old vet
and I was when the heavens and the globe met

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