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 hit you with the curse of? Jevron?
Broken arms, shattered glasses, asses
I advise you to tell us the cash is
Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun
We all these cats in the camp
We the champs, not really to boast and
Bustin' heads, body and toe tags
mags to blow your whole chest in half
If you don't the equation then you can't do the math
I know you 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 your fuckin' while we still lookin' at ya
Militia man... man three

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

(Guru)
Just to feed the babies I'll infect you like
With a for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy
I'm sick with it, I'm built 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 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' might see us often
We told you rap cats we would keep it
See all I got is a lot of bad news for
gonna 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 need more than doo and Timb's against us
And fuck your goons 'cause we get what we're after
We bought you this book of torture, one is Capture

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

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