Luyện nghe bài hát And So It Burns

[Ikon the Hologram]

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

yeah, yeah, uh huh

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

I'm a mothafuckin
hit you thirty seven stab wounds
bury your body deep in earth a black tomb
you scared of the rain, you fear
I'm like pall-bearer in sheer terror
be ready for war with suede timbs on
y'all ain't ready to brawl until gone
won't stop till you dead in
Vinnie Paz, mega-child (eh-grendel?)
this we fail, yeah, because the beast in all this
I was Diadoras while you was eatin' porridge
I was listenin' to the Hustlers*
while you was duckin from sounds of 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 when the heavens and the globe met

you ain't if the bomb exists
so I with the Vietnamese communists
if you wit me raise your arm and fist
and we can bust a cap and see if God exists
I your wrist, with a poisonous rusty razor
if its Jedi Mind Tricks then it must be
and it ain't safe no
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 the law, while we pay our respects to Allah
but if it's beef then we be sprayin' your with a four
I love to the sound of a corpse drop
so protect fuckin' neck like a cough drop
I let the four shot, different latitudes
so it movin' like a bitch that got an attitude