Luyện nghe bài hát Bust 'Em In

Hard to the motherfucking we are.
The federated of the Pharaoh murderer squad.
Run run, we gonna tear the piece up.
Uh huh, you don't beef because.

Vinnie I had of them, yo bust em in.
I had enough of them, yo bust em in.
Lost em in.
bust em in. (3x)

AOTP, fresh Nikes and ice
You feel till after the punch like a spiked drink
Sipping Goose till my eyes pink, ninety-five live
Real niggas things and die kings
I can hear that sayin' "Yo you owe it to me"
So it's no holds barred the old Hulk Hogan movie
You got a heart Then show it to me
The flow's majestic, I spit a of golden fruities
I'm old like roll a dooby
Daddyo my hoes is groovy, pay my with dough from groupies
A and a killer, gorilla in your project
Nine milli really only defence of my
The just sits in the closet
Waiting for you to come dip in my shit
Nonsense, the weak could stop the thorough
Bitch niggas suspect, I call boys gossip girls

to the motherfucking core we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer
Run run, we tear the head piece up
Uh huh, you don't want because

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in.
Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in.
bust em in.
Bust em in. (3x)

I treat tools like bitches I always got a few biscuits
And bus em in like kids from different districts
Y'all dipshits get your spinal discs flipped
Rhymes will the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit
Nickel-plated nine like diamonds on Slick Rick
I'm wicked as a Wiccan bitch when the candle lit
Want to sample this shit? You need to Sanskrit
And travel to the top of Mount to transmit
Running through the Red Seas like an slave
Then up the walls of water with my sound waves
Like what I was during Public Execution, half-human half-mutant
Ap the seed of
Gats shooting, shots off of my steel body
And three quarter length fat goose to conceal
The god walks the surface of the Sun it won't feet
Cause when's the last time you heard Ap rip a beat?

Hard to the motherfucking we are
The federated army of the murderer squad
Run run, we gonna tear the piece up
Uh huh, you don't want because

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in
Vinnie I had of them, yo bust em in
bust em in
Bust em in (3x)

I'm a five-star general, the motherfucking man
a bird, hold a swammy with the same hand
And do a rain dance when splatters and sprays
Cement mix in your IV turn your anatomy
Nobody ratted at A-O-T-P not with OPP
I'm obsessed with OCD, a temperamental patient
With onboard computer integration
One of rap's most voices or flows
In front of missile-command
I around, all my choices just blow
So now you know I'm the don of braggadocio
Flamethrower, I'm Cobra Kai and I'm keeping it dojo goers
Come down and sign up, I'm soldiers to rhyme rough and get they punchlines up
Cause you ain't fucking with the gold beard Cuban nowhere
No rap is nowhere near what I just here oh yeah