Luyện nghe bài hát Chains

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

reggae sample]
Keep on what 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, the phat rope cables
Pushed the white Mercury Sable, known for holdin'
Pharoah marks on his feet, serpents whisper
You can smell the deceit, they greet me like peeps, to
And try to befriend, to get up, the skin
My long blow ya head piece degrees
Murder One Team, Noodle had lean
Microphone fiend, step into the
This is how I'm servin' them, no need for attention
I just murder them, murder them... pussy, I murder them

[R.A. the Man]
I'm a dip-dip diverse,
I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty
They say Rugged, by now, you should of at least
funny, I'm mad famous for being unknown
I'm just a dirty motherfucker, they my guts
All I talk about is bitches, and nuts
Yeah, I got a mouth, yeah, I cuss too much
I'm just so Ricardo, ri-di-cu-lous
And I ain't got no fly whip, I still the bus
I got Mitch Green on the scene with us
Hospitable, hitable, cooler Digable
Criminal, miracle, take every syllable literal
riddle, profitable, visible, iritibal
Little brittle pitiful fist still too little you tickle, you
Yeah, I talk shit, I'm cocky it
It's hard for you to it, but I'm one of the best in it

[Killah
My mind is haunted, filled with the of slaves that's torment
Slow my steps, one foot from the grave to con it
Our young black males, they pon gate
Son of the morning, roasted souls, tell "come pray"
It's gun trade inside of smokey
Flow process, one nine, two tech, four
Coke kettels, it's like we struck oil in the ghetto's
We it to addict's, the devil work
He practice, he's a search backwards
Til they throw that 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 stare
'cause his ain't there, victim of the war
Polar signs, the is near
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 dryin' his
Yeah, it's that real shit, made me
music from the '80's, the child's of the '70's
I live long til they me...