Luyện nghe bài hát Assassination Day

It's assassination day, I

I move through the world, my third eye's the guiding light
the fight, we all die tonight
The life I a twenty-five to life bid
reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive
CREAM is short, Cee Cipher stalk, plus the fiend talk
Gs the cost in Supreme Court
White lies and land me back in jail
all for sale, a stolen goal but it fail
Stranded on the front
I shine to the and blind
It comes I take back what was once mine
Crunch time in the quarter
From the worst
Devil's poisoning the birth
The earth daughter rest her on my chest
Through the struggle we under half-moon crest
While the press plant and exploit the gun blasting
Central is shackling, nerves are unfastened
in deep water, gasping
I clash with the for my half on the action

I stop producers careers, the weak was the ears
Scorpion darts hits the
the heart with silver spears
You're
My unsaturated, low
Devils still feel this so you're build tilted
MC's upon their axis, their body tactic
Lactic acid, drop cactus, practice
You can never match this
indispensable
One nation God

With and justice
The mic is in my
Thugs who bring ruckus leave in
Unforgivable face the double-edged swords starts to swivel
Decapitates the head, makes the projects more
Interchangeable, flammable
My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable
And strangles, cords start to dangle
Silent as the gases pass throughout your anal
Retreat through your
Seep out like through the pores
your internal organs with the biological warfare

First of all before we on, this shit is like a Yukon, don
Spread it out Grey Poupon
Splurging, in the suburbs
Using this like an adverb
Action word, flowing like a
God came in, aiming Terry Bradshaw
He hit the bar, stay relaxed God
His is smashed Pa
You handle this like algebra
UFO 'em like Galaga
Holding bullet-proof Acuras
You so fly, right, you want to get me high
Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shooting it like they blue tops
You won't play me like your
Pay me spit it at you like a baby
destination Haiti

War's extremely serious and it me
To have to tings to deadly measures
And have you and shot for no pay
It's assassination day I stalk my enemy prey
Tranqued by deceptional sounds deceives
And lures MC's to the
With a mic-like bait, awaits to be bitten by greed
Temptation tempts my to proceed
Forward, wouldn't allow retreat
You'd rather pursue death than admit
Now who's best to describe for I specialize in
Murderous rhyming, inclining
My mind spits with an kickback
brain didn't absorb the impact
Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the

It's assassination day, I