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

Killa]
Back in '88, son was a little paper
Caught a few stings, the phat rope cables
the white Mercury Sable, known for holdin' heat
Pharoah garmer marks on his feet, serpents
You can the deceit, they greet me like peeps, to blend
And try to befriend, to get up, underneath the
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 Rugged
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 my guts
All I talk is bitches, and bustin' nuts
Yeah, I got a foul mouth, yeah, I cuss too
I'm just so Ricky Ricardo,
And I got no fly whip, I still ride the bus
I got Mitch Blood Green on the scene us
Hospitable, hitable, cooler Digable
Criminal, miracle, lyrical every syllable literal
Little riddle, profitable, visible,
Little brittle pitiful fist 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 mind is haunted, filled with the extension of that's torment
Slow down my steps, one foot the grave to con it
Our black males, they lick pon gate
Son of the morning, roasted souls, tell "come pray"
It's gun inside of smokey apartments
process, one nine, two tech, four revolvers
Coke overballing kettels, it's like we struck oil in the
We supply it to addict's, the work
He practice, like 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 just
'cause his mind ain't there, 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 dryin' his tear
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...