Luyện nghe bài hát Capture (Militia, Pt. 3)

"A guest" "It's the militia... It's the militia"

This is a conquest, so I suggest you a rest
Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a on that chest
Rymes I'm packin, just like a at a car-jackin'
Shoot off your hat when I start cappin, this is no
G-A-N-G, double R
And you don't want no up in here, baby pa
From the drama, of the New York streets
To the of LA, real niggas likin Primo's beats
Put on glass, send em, back to class
And hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash
I brought the God, Rakim, lyrically you wanna dash?
I got Dub C, from South C, you doubt me?
Travellin warzones with my infrared microphone
In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies
Words burn flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal
You best pay resepect to the legends, boy I'm you, Militia

The
Bringin the rukkus--Let it be
The up
The Militia
The
Bringin the rukkus--Let it be
The up
It's The

Makin a move, a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move?
the Shadiest rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool
Four-four packers, my ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin
Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, my enemies in bodybags
You niggas was crackin, what thought it wasn't gon' happen?
Dub C and my East Coast gettin together rappin
Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your
while I'm in New York City,
walkin with two of the Brooklyn's
My two affiliates from the we all bang
But if y'all don't mind, this is still Connec' Gang
Dress-code the same, new pieces on my neck
Coast brownies, house shoes, and hair nets
Y'all can't see this, so peep the G is pushin a Six
As I freak this, GangStarr Militia remix
It's Dub C the loc', I'm runnin this here
the Guru and New York's hardest, DJ Premier, Militia

The
the rukkus--Let it be known
The up
It's The
The
the rukkus--Let it be known
The up
It's The

Yo, it's The Master, mister, Massacre
Passion for disaster, ambassador
R get the red carpet, just me on
Corner the market like the mic's name was Corleone
The facade killer, come through your city like
of the sickest thing you ever seen, Ra's iller
My vicious, suspect suspicious
is ambitious, my motive's malicious
No interferin, if you down, you got to swearin
And these cats they carin, habitat awarin
Crack appearin, from out the track I'm hearin
It's that, or I'm going back to racketeering
Yo, you should see me, I got a like Mussolini
But Kool as Moe Dee, my flow be, smooth and
For turnin ?area centers? to wilers, you get the
Rakim is, the minist', with malice,

GangStarr, The R, Dub C, baby pa. Straight up, it out