Luyện nghe bài hát Bust 'Em In

Hard to the core we are.
The federated army of the Pharaoh 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.
Lost em in.
Bust em in. (3x)

AOTP, Nikes and ice links
You won't till after the punch like a spiked drink
Sipping Goose my eyes pink, ninety-five live rings
Real niggas survive and die kings
I can hear that homie "Yo you owe it to me"
So it's no holds barred like the old Hulk movie
You got a homeboy? Then show it to me
The flow's majestic, I spit a roll of fruities
I'm old school like roll a
Daddyo my is groovy, pay my rent with dough from groupies
A pimp and a killer, gorilla in project
milli really only defence of my logic
The just sits in the closet
Waiting for you fuckers to dip in my shit
Nonsense, the could never stop the thorough
Bitch niggas suspect, I them boys gossip girls

to the motherfucking core we are
The army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
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 of them, yo bust em in.
Lost em in.
bust em in. (3x)

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

to the motherfucking core we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer
Run run, we gonna tear the head 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
Lost em in
Bust em in (3x)

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