Luyện nghe bài hát Capture

(feat. Big & Freddie Foxxx)

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

(Big Shug)
First vete-, last name -ran
I drop bombs hit you with the curse of?
Broken arms, glasses, whipped asses
I advise you to us where the cash is
Itchy fingers cause but gun fire
We disallow all cats in the camp
We the champs, not to boast and brag
heads, body bags and toe tags
Black mags to blow whole chest in half
If you know the equation then you can't do the math
I you cram to understand the plan, but you too
Caught up in the rapture, front and we will
See men and strap ya, cock back and ya
Blow up your fuckin' house while we still at ya
man... man part three

(DJ Premier)
"Put your money in the bank, and rank"
"Give a pain" -> Big Shug
"Listen to a who knows" -> Guru
"I push these lyrics any emcee
and make it (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 infect you rabies
With a lust for the gravy, you know the god 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 creep on the low, it a secret yo
I an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window
I don't care if you a geek or a thug, you on us
And you catch it, some royal heat 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 news for
You're gonna need more than a lot of on y'all
You got an army, you still ain't got no wins us
You're need more than doo rags and Timb's against us
And your goons 'cause we always get what we're after
We bought you book of torture, this one is Capture

(DJ Premier)
"Put money 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 fuck up, welcome me
I'm the hand 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, tape rapture, slapped ya
Served up my Venus and Serenas, cocked
ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus
I'm a warrior, screamin' "Bumpy shot Cyrus"
I'm in to every hotel 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 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 spit raw verses that y'all ain't
'Cause your soul was bought for they payin'
You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to Bumpy's chest
I'll bust 'till I find just Bumpy left
I'll mics 'till I have just enough breath
To take your heart, thug grand death
CAPTURE!