Luyện nghe bài hát Capture

(feat. Big & Freddie Foxxx)

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

(Big Shug)
First name vete-, name -ran
I bombs hit you with the curse of? Jevron?
Broken arms, glasses, whipped asses
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 really to and brag
heads, body bags and toe tags
Black to blow your whole chest in half
If you don't know the equation then you can't do the
I you cram to understand the plan, but you too
up in the rapture, front and we will capture
See men and ya, cock back and blast ya
Blow up fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya
Militia man... man part

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

(Guru)
Just to feed the babies infect you like rabies
With a lust for the gravy, you the god must be crazy
I'm with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets
While you fidget, you get kill't for your digits
I'll creep on the low, keep it a yo
I swore an oath to dump on you, out the window
I don't if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us
And you catch it, some royal heat from the snub
Since the is watchin' niggaz might see us often
We told you rap cats we keep it poppin'
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 got no wins against us
You're gonna need than doo rags and Timb's against us
And fuck goons 'cause 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 nigga pain" -> Big
"Listen to a who knows" -> Guru
"It's the militia" -> Freddie

(Freddie Foxxx)
There's one ripped out the frame, act
Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me
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 show up on stage, puffin' on
Capture, duct tape rapture, ya
Served up my Venus and Serenas, back
Clapped ya - to Internet I'm virus
I'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' "Bumpy Cyrus"
I'm in to every hotel that you lay in
Niggaz come to my suite to up heat
Y'all know who the bible in rap, for keepin it real
Y'all 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 rap arena
And underground club that I in
I spit raw verses that ain't sayin'
'Cause your soul was bought for what they
You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have chest
I'll bust right 'till I just Bumpy left
bust mics 'till I have just enough breath
To your heart, it's thug grand death
CAPTURE!