Luyện nghe bài hát Bust 'Em In

Hard to the core we are.
The federated of the Pharaoh murderer squad.
Run run, we gonna the head piece 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)

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

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

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 tools like bitches cause I always got a few biscuits
And bus em in like kids from school districts
Y'all dipshits will get your spinal discs
Rhymes will the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit
Nickel-plated nine shine like on Slick Rick
I'm wicked as a Wiccan bitch when the wick's lit
Want to sample shit? You need to read Sanskrit
And travel to the top of Sinai to transmit
through the Red Seas like an escaped slave
Then holding up the walls of water with my sound
Like what I was doing during Public Execution, half-mutant
Ap the seed of
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?

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 beef

I had enough of them, yo bust 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 main 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 not trenched with OPP
I'm with OCD, a temperamental mental patient
With onboard computer integration
One of rap's most innovative voices or
In of missile-command buttons
I look around, all my just blow
So now you should 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 soldiers to rhyme rough and get they punchlines up
Cause you ain't fucking with the gold beard Rubix Cuban
No rap is near what I just wrote here oh yeah