Luyện nghe bài hát Chains

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

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

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

[R.A. the Man]
I'm a diverse, socializer
I'm a hoof top rule, in eighty niner
They say Rugged, by now, you of at least blown
funny, I'm mad famous for being unknown
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 just so Ricky Ricardo,
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 literal
Little riddle, profitable, visible,
Little pitiful fist still too little you tickle, you typical
Yeah, I talk shit, I'm cocky it
It's hard for you to admit it, but I'm one of the in it

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

An old man, at the top of the stairs, he stare
'cause his mind there, victim of the war
signs, the times is near
He drop the jewels, til you buy him a
He said he was a for the Bears
he did it all back, while he's dryin' his tear
Yeah, that real shit, that made me
That from the '80's, the child's of the '70's
I live long til they me...