Luyện nghe bài hát Capture

(feat. Big Shug & Foxxx)

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

(Big Shug)
First vete-, last name -ran
I drop bombs hit you with the of? Jevron?
Broken arms, shattered glasses, asses
I you to tell us where the cash is
Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun
We all these cats in the camp
We the champs, not really to and brag
Bustin' heads, body bags and toe
mags to blow your whole chest in half
If you don't know the equation then you do the math
I know you to understand the plan, but you too
Caught up in the rapture, and we will capture
See men and strap ya, back and blast ya
Blow up your house while we still lookin' at ya
man... man part three

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

(Guru)
Just to feed the babies I'll you like rabies
With a 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 get kill't for your digits
I'll on the low, keep it a secret yo
I swore an oath to on you, out the Jeep window
I care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us
And you could catch it, some heat from the snub
Since the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us
We told you rap cats we would keep it
See all I got is a lot of bad for y'all
You're need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all
You got an army, you still ain't got no against us
You're gonna need more than doo rags and against us
And fuck your 'cause we always get what we're after
We bought you this of torture, this one is Capture

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

(Freddie Foxxx)
one ripped out the frame, felony act
Everybody get the fuck up, me back
I'm the unseen that controls 200 niggaz
Parked on the street out of unseen vans
I'm the law of the land, the of man
That'll up on stage, puffin' on contraband
Capture, duct tape rapture, ya
up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back
Clapped ya - to emcees I'm virus
I'm a warrior, niggaz "Bumpy shot Cyrus"
I'm checked in to every hotel you lay in
Niggaz to my suite to pick up heat
Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for it real
Y'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin
capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels
You've?, 'cause got a gun you never conceal
I leave my hardcore in every rap arena
And underground club that I in
I spit raw verses that y'all sayin'
'Cause your was bought for what they payin'
You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to Bumpy's chest
I'll bust right I find just Bumpy left
I'll bust mics 'till I have just enough
To take heart, it's thug grand death
CAPTURE!