Luyện nghe bài hát And So It Burns

[Ikon the Hologram]

You frontin' to me
it's war the beat drop
just anotha mothafucka see pac
you the type run when the heat pop
the type hide a gun when he see cops
but not me, I'll aim a at the crown
up the next day at the wake and frown
yeah, and I'll laugh at the widow
then my man stoupe blast the window
foul when I was young but I survived
bombs like a b-25 on ya
yeah, it's in the trenches
just keep my 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 rappers with the same rhyme

yeah, yeah, uh huh

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

I'm a mothafuckin
hit you with seven stab wounds
bury your body deep in earth a black tomb
you of the rain, you fear weather
I'm hardcore like pall-bearer in sheer
I'll be ready for war with suede on
y'all ain't ready to brawl Vin's gone
won't stop you dead in hell
Paz, mega-child daddy (eh-grendel?)
this we fail, yeah, because the beast in all this
I was rockin' Diadoras you was eatin' porridge
I was listenin' to the *Hilltop
while you was duckin from of popped mufflers
you was playin' games with your fathers
I was robbin' mothafuckas for 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 side 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 your wrist, a poisonous rusty razor
if its Jedi Mind then it must be flavour
and it ain't no more
ain't in the mothafuckin' place no more
get in your upper-body, face and jaw
you the type of fagget we ain't got the for
we break the law, while we pay our to Allah
but if it's beef then we be sprayin' your with a four
I love to hear the sound of a corpse
so protect your fuckin' neck like a drop
I let the four shot, different latitudes
so keep it movin' a bitch that got an attitude