Luyện nghe bài hát Chains

[Intro: Priest (Masta Killa)]
Let it flow, (yeah) it's on (beh-deh-deh-deh)
(Den-e-neh) on... (yo, aiyo)

[Chorus: reggae
Keep on knowin' you know
on knowin' what you know
End up, up, up, in chains, chains,

Killa]
Back in '88, son was gettin' a little
Caught a few stings, rocked the rope cables
the white Mercury Sable, known for holdin' heat
Pharoah garmer marks on his feet, serpents
You can the deceit, they greet me like peeps, to blend
And try to befriend, to get up, the skin
My long blow ya head piece degrees
Murder One Team, Barcelini Noodle had
fiend, step into the rhythm
This is how I'm servin' them, no need for medic
I murder them, murder them... pussy, I just murder them

[R.A. the Rugged
I'm a diverse, socializer
I'm a hoof top rule, in eighty niner
say Rugged, by now, you should of at least blown
It's funny, I'm mad famous for being
I'm just a dirty motherfucker, they hate my
All I talk about is bitches, and bustin'
Yeah, I got a mouth, yeah, I cuss too much
I'm so Ricky Ricardo, ri-di-cu-lous
And I got no fly whip, I still ride the bus
I got Mitch Blood Green on the with us
Hospitable, hitable, cooler than
Criminal, miracle, lyrical take every syllable
riddle, profitable, visible, iritibal
Little pitiful fist still too little you tickle, you typical
Yeah, I talk shit, I'm cocky it
hard for you to admit it, but I'm one of the best in it

[Killah
My mind is haunted, filled with the extension of slaves torment
Slow down my steps, one foot the grave to con it
Our young black males, they pon gate
Son of the morning, souls, tell Minister "come pray"
It's gun trade inside of apartments
Flow process, one nine, two tech, revolvers
Coke overballing kettels, it's like we struck oil in the
We supply it to addict's, the work
He practice, he's like a backwards
Til throw that dirt in our casket, and that's it
I live where the fiends are nothin', just a of the projects, similar to

An old man, at the top of the stairs, he stare
his mind ain't there, victim of the war
Polar signs, the times is
He drop the jewels, til you buy him a
He said he was a for the Bears
Said he did it all back, while he's his tear
Yeah, it's that shit, that made me
That from the '80's, the child's of the '70's
I live long til bury me...