Luyện nghe bài hát Chains

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

[Chorus: sample]
Keep on what you know
Keep on what you know
End up, up, up, in chains, chains,

[Masta
Back in '88, son was gettin' a paper
a few stings, rocked the phat rope cables
Pushed the white Mercury Sable, known for holdin'
Pharoah garmer marks on his feet, whisper
You can smell the deceit, greet me like peeps, to blend
And try to befriend, to get up, the skin
My long wind'll blow ya head piece
One Team, Barcelini Noodle had lean
Microphone fiend, into the rhythm
This is how I'm servin' them, no for medic 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 top rule, in eighty niner
They say Rugged, by now, you should of at least
funny, I'm mad famous for being unknown
I'm just a motherfucker, they hate my guts
All I talk about is bitches, and nuts
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, 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
hard for you to admit 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 lick pon
Son of the morning, roasted souls, tell "come pray"
It's gun trade inside of apartments
Flow process, one nine, two tech, revolvers
overballing kettels, it's like we struck oil in the ghetto's
We supply it to addict's, the devil
He practice, he's like a backwards
Til they throw that dirt in our casket, and 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 just
'cause his mind there, victim of the war
Polar signs, the is near
He the jewels, til you buy him a beer
He said he was a for the Bears
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 live long til bury me...