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

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

[R.A. the Man]
I'm a diverse, socializer
I'm a flat top rule, in eighty niner
say Rugged, by now, you should of at least blown
It's funny, I'm mad famous for unknown
I'm just a dirty motherfucker, they hate my
All I talk is bitches, and bustin' nuts
Yeah, I got a mouth, yeah, I cuss too much
I'm just so Ricky Ricardo,
And I ain't got no fly whip, I ride the bus
I got Mitch Blood Green on the scene us
Hospitable, hitable, than Digable
Criminal, miracle, lyrical take syllable literal
riddle, profitable, visible, iritibal
Little brittle pitiful fist too little you tickle, you typical
Yeah, I talk shit, I'm with it
It's hard for you to it, but I'm one of the best in it

[Killah
My mind is haunted, with the extension of slaves that's torment
Slow down my steps, one foot from the to con it
Our young black males, they lick pon
Son of the morning, roasted souls, Minister "come pray"
gun trade inside of smokey apartments
Flow process, one nine, two tech, revolvers
Coke 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 search
Til they 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 ain't there, victim of the war
Polar signs, the times is
He the jewels, til you buy him a beer
He he was a linebacker for the Bears
Said he did it all back, while he's dryin' his
Yeah, it's that real shit, made me
That music from the '80's, the child's of the
I long til they bury me...