Luyện nghe bài hát Capture

(feat. Big Shug & Foxxx)

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

(Big Shug)
First name vete-, last -ran
I drop hit you with the curse of? Jevron?
Broken arms, glasses, whipped asses
I advise you to us where the cash is
Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun
We disallow all these cats in the
We the champs, not really to boast and
Bustin' heads, body bags and toe
Black mags to blow whole chest in half
If you don't know the equation you can't do the math
I know you cram to 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 fuckin' while we still lookin' at ya
man... man part three

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

(Guru)
Just to feed the I'll infect you like rabies
With a lust for the gravy, you know the god be crazy
I'm sick with it, I'm with stilts for you midgets
While you fidget, you could get kill't for your
I'll on the low, keep it a secret yo
I an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window
I don't care if you a geek or a thug, you on us
And you could catch it, some royal from the snub
Since the streets is watchin' might see us often
We told you rap cats we keep it poppin'
See all I got is a lot of bad news for
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 more than doo rags and Timb's against us
And fuck your goons 'cause we get what we're after
We bought you this book of torture, this one is

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

(Freddie Foxxx)
There's one out the frame, felony act
Everybody get the up, welcome me back
I'm the unseen 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, on contraband
Capture, duct tape rapture, ya
up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back
Clapped ya - to Internet I'm virus
I'm a warrior, niggaz "Bumpy shot Cyrus"
I'm checked in to hotel that you lay in
Niggaz come to my to pick up heat
Y'all know who wrote the in rap, for keepin it real
Y'all know who buck fifty face, I'm keepin concealed
It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' wheels
You've?, 'cause you've got a gun you conceal
I leave my hardcore in every rap arena
And underground club I play in
I raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'
your soul was bought for what they payin'
You wanna have heart you got to have Bumpy's chest
I'll right 'till I find just Bumpy left
I'll mics 'till I have just enough breath
To take your heart, it's thug grand
CAPTURE!