Luyện nghe bài hát Capture

(feat. Big & Freddie Foxxx)

(DJ Premier)
"Give a nigga pain" -> Big
"Listen to a brother who knows" ->
"Give a pain" -> Big Shug
"It's the real... the Militia"

(Big Shug)
First name vete-, name -ran
I bombs hit you with the curse of? Jevron?
Broken arms, shattered glasses, asses
I you to tell us where the cash is
Itchy cause nothing but gun fire
We disallow all these cats in the
We the champs, not really to and brag
Bustin' heads, body and toe tags
Black mags to your whole chest in half
If you know the equation then you can't do the math
I know you to understand the plan, but you too
Caught up in the rapture, front and we will
See men and ya, cock back and blast ya
Blow up your fuckin' house while we lookin' at ya
Militia man... man three

(DJ Premier)
"Put your money in the bank, and rank"
"Give a nigga pain" -> Big
"Listen to a who knows" -> Guru
"I push lyrics through any emcee
and make it (burn)" -> Freddie Foxxx
"Put money in the bank, and hold rank"
"Give a pain" -> Big Shug
"Listen to a brother who knows" ->
"It's the militia" -> Foxxx

(Guru)
Just to feed the babies I'll infect you rabies
a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy
I'm sick with it, I'm built stilts for you midgets
While you fidget, you could get kill't for your
I'll creep on the low, it a secret yo
I swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep
I don't care if you a geek or a thug, you on us
And you could catch it, some royal from the snub
the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us often
We told you rap cats we would keep it
See all I got is a lot of bad for y'all
gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all
You got an army, you ain't got no wins against us
You're need more than doo rags and Timb's against us
And fuck your goons 'cause we always get what we're
We bought you this book of torture, this one is

(DJ Premier)
"Put money in the bank, and hold rank"
"Give a nigga pain" -> Big
"Listen to a who knows" -> Guru
"It's the militia" -> Foxxx

(Freddie Foxxx)
There's one out the frame, felony act
get the fuck up, welcome me back
I'm the hand that controls 200 niggaz
Parked while on the street out of unseen
I'm the law of the land, the of man
That'll show up on stage, puffin' on
Capture, duct rapture, slapped ya
up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back
Clapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm
I'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' "Bumpy Cyrus"
I'm checked in to hotel that you lay in
come to my suite to pick up heat
Y'all know who the bible in rap, for keepin it real
Y'all know who buck fifty face, I'm keepin concealed
capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels
You've?, 'cause got a gun you never conceal
I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap
And club that I play in
I spit raw that y'all ain't sayin'
'Cause your soul was bought for what payin'
You have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest
I'll bust right 'till I just Bumpy left
I'll bust 'till I have just enough breath
To take your heart, thug grand death
CAPTURE!