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 vete-, last name -ran
I drop bombs hit you with the of? Jevron?
Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped
I you to tell us where the cash is
fingers cause nothing but gun fire
We disallow all cats in the camp
We the champs, not really to boast and
Bustin' heads, body and toe tags
Black mags to your whole chest in half
If you don't know the equation you can't do the math
I you cram to understand the plan, but you too
Caught up in the rapture, front and we capture
See men and ya, cock back and blast ya
Blow up your house while we still lookin' at ya
Militia man... man part

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

(Guru)
Just to feed the babies infect you like rabies
With a lust for the gravy, you know the god 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 on you, out the Jeep window
I care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us
And you could catch it, some royal heat the snub
Since the is watchin' niggaz 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 need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all
You got an army, you still got no wins against us
You're need more than 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, this one is

(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" -> Foxxx

(Freddie Foxxx)
There's one out the frame, felony act
Everybody get the fuck up, me back
I'm the unseen hand 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, on contraband
Capture, duct rapture, slapped ya
Served up my Venus and Serenas, cocked
ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus
I'm a warrior, niggaz "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 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' your
You've?, 'cause got a gun you never conceal
I my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena
And club that I play in
I spit raw verses that ain't sayin'
'Cause soul was bought for what they payin'
You wanna have Bumpy's you got to have Bumpy's chest
I'll bust right 'till I find Bumpy left
I'll bust 'till I have just enough breath
To take your heart, it's thug death
CAPTURE!