Luyện nghe bài hát Capture

(feat. Big & Freddie Foxxx)

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

(Big Shug)
First name vete-, last -ran
I drop hit you with the curse of? Jevron?
Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped
I advise you to us where the cash is
Itchy fingers cause but gun fire
We all these cats in the camp
We the champs, not really to boast and
Bustin' heads, body bags and toe
Black mags to blow your whole chest in
If you know the equation then 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 ya, cock back and blast ya
Blow up your fuckin' house we still lookin' 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 lyrics through any emcee
and make it burn (burn)" -> Foxxx
"Put your in the bank, and hold rank"
"Give a pain" -> Big Shug
"Listen to a brother who knows" ->
"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 for your digits
creep on the low, keep it a secret yo
I swore an oath to dump on you, out the window
I don't care if you a or a thug, you sleepin' on us
And you could catch it, some royal heat from the
Since the streets is watchin' niggaz 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 than a lot of tattoos on y'all
You got an army, you still got no wins against 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 pain" -> Big Shug
"Listen to a brother who knows" ->
"It's the militia" -> Freddie

(Freddie Foxxx)
There's one ripped out the frame, act
Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me
I'm the unseen hand that 200 niggaz
Parked while on the 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
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 to pick up heat
Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for it real
Y'all know who buck fifty 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 leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap
And underground that I play in
I spit raw that y'all ain't sayin'
'Cause your 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 just left
I'll bust mics 'till I have just breath
To your heart, it's thug grand death
CAPTURE!