Luyện nghe bài hát Capture

(feat. Big & Freddie Foxxx)

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

(Big Shug)
First name vete-, last name
I bombs hit you with the curse of? Jevron?
Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped
I you to tell us where the cash is
Itchy fingers nothing but gun fire
We disallow all cats in the camp
We the champs, not really to and brag
heads, body bags 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 know you cram to the plan, but you too
Caught up in the rapture, and we will capture
See men and strap ya, cock back and ya
Blow up your fuckin' house while we still at ya
Militia man... man part

(DJ Premier)
"Put your money in the bank, and rank"
"Give a nigga pain" -> Big
"Listen to a who knows" -> Guru
"I push these lyrics any emcee
and it burn (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)
to feed the babies I'll infect you like rabies
With a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be
I'm sick with it, I'm with stilts for you midgets
While you fidget, you could get for your digits
I'll creep on the low, it a secret yo
I an oath to dump 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 from the
Since the streets is niggaz might see us often
We told you rap cats we keep it poppin'
See all I got is a lot of bad news for
You're gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on
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 goons we always get what we're after
We bought you book of torture, this 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" -> Freddie

(Freddie Foxxx)
There's one ripped out the frame, act
Everybody get the up, welcome me back
I'm the unseen that controls 200 niggaz
while 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 rapture, slapped ya
Served up my Venus and Serenas, cocked
Clapped ya - to emcees I'm virus
I'm a warrior, niggaz "Bumpy shot Cyrus"
I'm checked in to 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
Y'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin
It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your
You've?, 'cause you've got a gun you never
I leave my demeanor in every rap arena
And club that I play in
I raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'
'Cause your soul was bought for what they
You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to Bumpy's chest
I'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy
I'll bust mics 'till I just enough breath
To take your heart, it's thug death
CAPTURE!