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)

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

[Masta
Back in '88, son was gettin' a little
Caught a few stings, rocked the phat rope
Pushed the white Mercury Sable, 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 ya head piece degrees
Murder One Team, Noodle had lean
Microphone fiend, step the rhythm
This is how I'm them, no need for medic attention
I just murder them, murder them... pussy, I just them

[R.A. the Rugged
I'm a dip-dip diverse,
I'm a flat 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 a dirty motherfucker, they hate my guts
All I talk is bitches, and bustin' nuts
Yeah, I got a foul mouth, yeah, I cuss too
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, than Digable
Criminal, miracle, take every syllable literal
riddle, profitable, visible, iritibal
Little brittle pitiful still 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, filled the extension of slaves that's torment
Slow down my steps, one foot the grave to con it
Our young males, they lick pon gate
Son of the morning, roasted souls, tell "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 devil
He practice, he's a search backwards
Til they throw dirt in our casket, and that's 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 stare
'cause his mind ain't there, of the war
signs, the times is near
He drop the jewels, til you buy him a
He he was a linebacker for the Bears
Said he did it all back, he's dryin' his tear
Yeah, that real shit, that made me
That music from the '80's, the child's of the
I long til they bury me...