Luyện nghe bài hát Bust 'Em In

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

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

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

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

I treat like bitches cause I always got a few biscuits
And bus em in kids from different school districts
Y'all dipshits will get your discs flipped
Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, find your slit
Nickel-plated nine shine diamonds on Slick Rick
I'm wicked as a bitch when the candle wick's lit
Want to sample this shit? You to read Sanskrit
And travel to the top of Mount to transmit
Running through the Red Seas like an escaped
Then 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 ricocheting off of my body
And three quarter length fat goose to shotties
The god walks the surface of the Sun it won't feet
Cause the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat?

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

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'm a five-star general, the main man
Flip a bird, hold a swammy with the hand
And do a dance when 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
cyberkenetic onboard computer integration
One of rap's innovative voices or flows
In front of buttons
I look around, all my choices just
So now you know I'm the don of braggadocio
Flamethrower, I'm Cobra Kai and I'm it dojo name goers
Come down and sign up, I'm training soldiers to rhyme and get they punchlines up
Cause you ain't fucking with the gold beard Cuban nowhere
No rap is nowhere near I just wrote here oh yeah