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

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

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

[Killah
My mind is haunted, filled the extension of slaves that's torment
down my steps, one foot from the grave to con it
Our young black males, lick pon gate
Son of the morning, roasted souls, tell "come pray"
It's gun trade inside of smokey
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 work
He practice, like a search backwards
Til they throw 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 just
his mind ain't there, victim of the war
Polar signs, the is near
He the jewels, til you buy him a beer
He said he was a linebacker for the
Said he did it all back, while dryin' his tear
Yeah, that real shit, that made me
That music from the '80's, the of the '70's
I long til they bury me...