Luyện nghe bài hát And So It Burns

[Ikon the Hologram]

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

yeah, yeah, uh huh

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

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

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