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 want 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, Nikes and ice links
You won't feel till the punch like a spiked drink
Sipping till my eyes pink, ninety-five live rings
Real survive things and die kings
I can that homie sayin' "Yo you owe it to me"
So it's no holds barred like the old Hogan movie
You got a heart Then show it to me
The flow's majestic, I spit a roll of golden
I'm old like roll a dooby
Daddyo my hoes is groovy, pay my rent with from groupies
A and a killer, gorilla in your project
milli really only defence of my logic
The shotgun just in the closet
for you fuckers to come dip in my shit
Nonsense, the weak could never stop the
Bitch niggas suspect, I call them boys girls

Hard to the core we are
The army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
Run run, we gonna the head piece up
Uh huh, you don't want beef

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

I treat tools like bitches I always got a few biscuits
And bus em in kids from different school districts
Y'all dipshits will get spinal discs flipped
Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, your wrists slit
Nickel-plated shine like diamonds on Slick Rick
I'm wicked as a bitch when the candle wick's lit
Want to this shit? You need to read Sanskrit
And travel to the top of Mount Sinai to
Running through the Red Seas like an slave
holding up the walls of water with my sound waves
Like what I was doing during Public Execution, half-mutant
Ap the seed of
Gats shooting, shots ricocheting off of my steel
And three length fat goose to conceal shotties
The god walks the surface of the Sun it melt feet
Cause the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat?

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

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

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