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)
name vete-, last name -ran
I drop bombs hit you with the curse of?
Broken arms, shattered glasses, asses
I advise you to tell us the cash is
Itchy fingers cause but gun fire
We all these cats in the camp
We the champs, not really to and brag
heads, body bags and toe tags
Black mags to blow your whole chest in
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, cock and blast ya
Blow up fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya
man... man part three

(DJ Premier)
"Put your money in the bank, and rank"
"Give a nigga pain" -> Big
"Listen to a brother who knows" ->
"I push lyrics through any emcee
and it burn (burn)" -> Freddie 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 babies I'll you like rabies
a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy
I'm with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets
While you fidget, you could get for your digits
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 or a thug, you sleepin' on us
And you could catch it, royal heat from the snub
Since the 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 news for
You're gonna need 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 after
We you this book of torture, this one is Capture

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

(Freddie Foxxx)
There's one out the frame, felony act
Everybody get the up, welcome me back
I'm the unseen hand that 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, on contraband
Capture, duct tape rapture, ya
Served up my Venus and Serenas, back
Clapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm
I'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' "Bumpy Cyrus"
I'm checked in to every that you lay in
come to my suite to pick up heat
Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for it real
know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin concealed
It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' wheels
You've?, 'cause got a gun you never conceal
I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap
And underground that I play in
I spit raw verses that y'all ain't
'Cause your soul was bought for what payin'
You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have chest
I'll bust right 'till I find just left
I'll bust mics 'till I have just breath
To take your heart, it's grand death
CAPTURE!