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-, name -ran
I drop bombs hit you with the curse of?
Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped
I advise you to us where the cash is
Itchy cause nothing but gun fire
We disallow all these cats in the
We the champs, not to boast and brag
Bustin' heads, body and toe tags
mags to blow your whole chest in half
If you don't know the then you can't do the math
I know you cram to the plan, but you too
up in the rapture, front and we will capture
See men and strap ya, back and blast ya
Blow up your house while we still 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 brother who knows" ->
"I push these lyrics through any
and make it burn (burn)" -> Freddie
"Put your 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 you like rabies
With a lust for the gravy, you the god must be crazy
I'm sick with it, I'm built with for you midgets
While you fidget, you could get kill't for your
I'll creep on the low, keep it a yo
I swore an to dump on you, out the Jeep window
I don't 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 see us often
We told you rap cats we would it poppin'
See all I got is a lot of bad for y'all
You're gonna need 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 goons we always get what we're after
We bought you this book of torture, this one is

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

(Freddie Foxxx)
one ripped out the frame, felony act
Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me
I'm the unseen that controls 200 niggaz
Parked while on the street out of vans
I'm the law of the land, the of man
That'll show up on stage, puffin' on
Capture, duct rapture, slapped ya
Served up my and Serenas, cocked back
ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus
I'm a warrior, niggaz "Bumpy shot Cyrus"
I'm checked in to every hotel you lay in
come to my suite to pick up heat
Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it
Y'all know who buck your face, I'm keepin concealed
It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your
You've?, 'cause you've got a gun you conceal
I leave my hardcore demeanor in rap arena
And underground club that I in
I spit raw verses that y'all ain't
'Cause your soul was for what they payin'
You have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest
I'll bust right 'till I find Bumpy left
bust mics 'till I have just enough breath
To your heart, it's thug grand death
CAPTURE!