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)
name vete-, last name -ran
I bombs hit you with the curse of? Jevron?
Broken arms, glasses, whipped asses
I advise you to tell us where the is
Itchy cause nothing but gun fire
We disallow all these in the camp
We the champs, not really to boast and
heads, body bags and toe tags
Black mags to blow your whole in half
If you don't the equation then you can't do the math
I know you cram to the plan, but you too
up in the rapture, front and we will capture
See men and strap ya, cock and blast ya
Blow up fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya
Militia man... man three

(DJ Premier)
"Put your money in the bank, and rank"
"Give a pain" -> Big Shug
"Listen to a brother who knows" ->
"I push these lyrics through any
and make it burn (burn)" -> Freddie
"Put your in the bank, and hold rank"
"Give a nigga pain" -> Big
"Listen to a brother who knows" ->
"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 must be
I'm sick with it, I'm built stilts for you midgets
you fidget, you could 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 don't care if you a geek or a thug, you on us
And you could catch it, royal heat from the snub
Since the streets is watchin' might see us often
We told you rap we would keep 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 against us
You're gonna need more than doo and Timb's against us
And fuck your goons 'cause we always get what 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 out the frame, felony act
Everybody get the fuck up, me back
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, duct rapture, slapped ya
up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back
Clapped ya - to Internet I'm virus
I'm a warrior, screamin' "Bumpy shot Cyrus"
I'm checked in to hotel that you lay in
Niggaz come to my suite to up heat
Y'all know who wrote the in rap, for keepin it real
know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin concealed
It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your
You've?, 'cause you've got a gun you conceal
I leave my hardcore demeanor in rap arena
And underground club I play in
I raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'
your soul was bought for what they payin'
You wanna have heart you got to have Bumpy's chest
I'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy
I'll bust 'till I have just enough breath
To take your heart, it's grand death
CAPTURE!