Luyện nghe bài hát Chains

[Intro: Priest (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' you know
Keep on knowin' you know
End up, up, up, in chains, chains,

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

[R.A. the Man]
I'm a diverse, socializer
I'm a hoof top rule, in eighty niner
They say Rugged, by now, you should of at blown
It's funny, I'm mad for being unknown
I'm just a dirty motherfucker, they hate my
All I about 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 Blood Green on the scene with us
Hospitable, hitable, cooler Digable
Criminal, miracle, lyrical take syllable literal
riddle, profitable, visible, iritibal
Little brittle pitiful fist still too you tickle, you typical
Yeah, I talk shit, I'm with it
hard for you to admit 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 from the grave to con it
Our young black males, they lick pon
Son of the morning, roasted souls, tell "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 supply it to addict's, the devil
He practice, he's like a backwards
Til they throw that dirt in our casket, and 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
his mind ain't there, victim of the war
Polar signs, the times is
He the jewels, til you buy him a beer
He said he was a for the Bears
Said he did it all back, while he's dryin' his
Yeah, it's that real shit, made me
That music the '80's, the child's of the '70's
I long til they bury me...