Luyện nghe bài hát Assassins

In 2013, the World Government placed sanctions freethinking
Individuals in order to force people to to one way of life
An independently funded called (garbled speech)
Hired 100 assassins to infiltrate the headquarters where files were
Of these 100, 97 were captured, tortured, and
Only remained
The third of which was said to own an
That rival an entire city's police force
The second was rumored was to be able to throughout space and time
And the

your seatbelts for the last of the three assassins on Earth
The first flashin' her purse with a heat
They call me Jean McCoy, the in me employed
To ploy deplorable through audibled, destructive actions to Coy
Hey, to the Troy after, I'm passing your life over
He'll deliver it river sticks, Hades, I'm cold, deliver it lady
My flow is limited, me some craze, whispering
"Stay on ya toes villains", it's Grae and your day's
Blistering lines in six stick to spine
Rap with a sick mind trapped in thick bitch
Drug you with strychnine and I drinks you drunk and my kidney you dick
just itching to slit veins
Stitch lines! Rip game!? Fuck yo
Sick range visions nigga, rocks or kick rhymes until the pain?
(Liquor it or liver) Sippin' it, sippin' it Capri Sun
Ignorant as ever, she clever, be none
A ball breaker, call fakers out with
You got the gall to brawl with the broad bashers?
The in your court, pass it!
You're worn in four faster acid
With AIDS on the back of a Kardashian
The wall crasher, you're all in the
The gas pour in the racking your doors blacking out
Grae backing out the back door, cacklin'
Still it back to the bar for last call

They ask me why I'm regarded, this god body probably
Monch is a of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis, and Bob Marley
Never slang like "gnarly"
More like, we in our whip on our way to the top like Barkley
You are prepared to spar with a marksman spot me
I'm with the ace of spades, I'm masterin' archery
Vermicular, the vernacular
the fits so when I spit it's spectacular and accurate
When I attack I'm more Acura
Flip Bloomberg the bird, bitch, more blood than
More Christian scriptures encrypted with vernacular
But sicker than most of Glenn in Fatal Attraction
I am, nigga for real
Per capita smackin' the next rapper that the term "swag" or thereafter
These three assassins get to ass
to for a professional ass that can shape shifts
Spit, tip clips mainly
Sick, he? (Mind control)
Make you shoot your best friend in the face, Dick
My life is a documentary film
Depicted in black and white, flicks (Geronimo!)
I'm on Guantanamo Bay takin' in a Captain Morgan pose
With my left foot on a pile of screamin' "we are renegades!"
you, pay me

I be around with a stripper slash Burlesque model
I it pop like my cock in Durex condom
I'm a, artist I find irony in goin
From bein' like a stone in the grass to rockin' the
The same irony as goin' from fully in the backyard
To havin' the whole machine me
I take my bitches and show some other thangs
She know my stroke is deadly so she me bloody brain
try to get familiar, if I don't feel you in person
I'll flip the script and I'll accidentally you on purpose
The baddest I'm flailing, I got so many furs
gonna paint splash me when they see me, no matter what I'm wearin
Your bout to open up, sniff some blow off of my dick
Guess you could say she on my
I'm on point like Chris
You on point like an Atlantic City hooker licks balls
I'm bout to flip in this bitch like Dominique
And shit down like a car when it stalls
I am the deadliest rapper, you that you flow like water
But really niggas Evian backwards
Marshall hit the jackpot this flow that I got
I know I'm hot
It's my show to stop my crotch
My whip cleaner than Amish men in ends
Two dimes with me like I'm a twin I'm a ten

Okay, I'm in