Luyện nghe bài hát Capture

(feat. Big Shug & Foxxx)

(DJ Premier)
"Give a pain" -> Big Shug
"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 bombs hit you with the curse of? Jevron?
Broken arms, glasses, whipped asses
I advise you to tell us the cash is
Itchy fingers nothing but gun fire
We disallow all these in the camp
We the champs, not to boast and brag
Bustin' heads, body and toe tags
Black mags to blow your whole chest in
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
Militia man... man three

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

(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 swore an oath to on you, out the Jeep window
I don't care if you a or a thug, you sleepin' 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 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 wins us
You're gonna need more doo rags and Timb's against us
And fuck your 'cause we always get what we're after
We bought you this book of torture, one is Capture

(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" -> Foxxx

(Freddie Foxxx)
There's one ripped out the frame, act
Everybody get the up, welcome me back
I'm the unseen hand controls 200 niggaz
Parked while on the street out of vans
I'm the law of the land, the of man
show up on stage, puffin' on contraband
Capture, tape rapture, slapped ya
up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back
Clapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm
I'm a warrior, screamin' "Bumpy shot Cyrus"
I'm checked in to every hotel you lay in
Niggaz come to my suite to up heat
Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it
Y'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin
capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels
You've?, 'cause you've got a gun you conceal
I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap
And club that I play in
I raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'
'Cause your was bought for what they payin'
You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to Bumpy's chest
I'll right 'till I find just Bumpy left
I'll bust 'till I have just enough breath
To take your heart, it's thug death
CAPTURE!