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: sample]
Keep on knowin' you know
Keep on what you know
End up, up, up, in chains, chains,

[Masta
in '88, son was gettin' a little paper
Caught a few stings, rocked the phat rope
Pushed the 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 wind'll ya head piece degrees
Murder One Team, Barcelini Noodle had
Microphone fiend, step into the
is how I'm servin' them, no need for medic attention
I just murder them, them... pussy, I just murder them

[R.A. the Man]
I'm a diverse, socializer
I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty
They say Rugged, by now, you should of at blown
It's funny, I'm mad for being unknown
I'm just a motherfucker, they hate my guts
All I about is bitches, and bustin' nuts
Yeah, I got a foul mouth, yeah, I too much
I'm just so Ricky Ricardo,
And I ain't got no fly whip, I ride the bus
I got Mitch Blood on the scene with us
Hospitable, hitable, than Digable
Criminal, miracle, lyrical every syllable literal
Little riddle, profitable, visible,
Little pitiful fist still too little you tickle, you typical
Yeah, I shit, I'm cocky with 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 that's
Slow down my steps, one from the grave to con it
Our black males, they lick pon gate
Son of the morning, souls, tell Minister "come pray"
gun trade inside of smokey apartments
Flow process, one nine, two tech, revolvers
Coke overballing kettels, it's like we oil in the ghetto's
We supply it to addict's, the work
He practice, he's like a search
Til throw that dirt in our casket, and that's it
I live where the fiends are nothin', just a scene of the projects, to

An old man, at the top of the stairs, he just
'cause his mind ain't there, of the war
Polar signs, the is near
He the jewels, til you buy him a beer
He said he was a linebacker for the
Said he did it all back, while dryin' his tear
Yeah, it's that real shit, made me
That from the '80's, the child's of the '70's
I long til they bury me...