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

[Masta
in '88, son was gettin' a little paper
Caught a few stings, rocked the phat cables
the white Mercury Sable, known for holdin' heat
Pharoah garmer on his feet, serpents whisper
You can smell the deceit, they greet me like peeps, to
And try to befriend, to get up, underneath the
My wind'll blow ya head piece degrees
Murder One Team, Noodle had lean
Microphone fiend, into the rhythm
This is how I'm them, no need 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 flat top rule, in niner
They say Rugged, by now, you of at least blown
It's funny, I'm mad famous for being
I'm just a dirty motherfucker, hate my guts
All I talk is bitches, and bustin' nuts
Yeah, I got a foul mouth, yeah, I too much
I'm so Ricky Ricardo, ri-di-cu-lous
And I got no fly whip, I still ride the bus
I got Mitch Blood on the scene with us
Hospitable, hitable, cooler than
Criminal, miracle, lyrical every syllable literal
Little riddle, profitable, visible,
Little brittle fist still too little you tickle, you typical
Yeah, I shit, I'm cocky with 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 of slaves that's torment
Slow down my steps, one foot the grave to con it
Our young black males, lick pon gate
Son of the morning, roasted souls, Minister "come pray"
It's gun trade inside of apartments
process, one nine, two tech, four revolvers
Coke overballing kettels, like we struck oil in the ghetto's
We supply it to addict's, the devil
He practice, he's like a search
Til they that dirt in our casket, and that's it
I live where the fiends are nothin', a scene of the projects, similar to

An old man, at the top of the stairs, he stare
'cause his mind there, victim of the war
Polar signs, the 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, while dryin' his tear
Yeah, it's real shit, that made me
That music from the '80's, the of the '70's
I live long til they me...