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

Killa]
Back in '88, son was gettin' a little
Caught a few stings, rocked the phat cables
Pushed the Mercury Sable, known for holdin' heat
garmer marks on his feet, serpents whisper
You can smell the deceit, greet me like peeps, to blend
And try to befriend, to get up, the skin
My long blow ya head piece degrees
Murder One Team, Noodle had lean
fiend, step into the rhythm
This is how I'm servin' them, no for medic attention
I murder them, murder them... pussy, I just murder them

[R.A. the Rugged
I'm a diverse, socializer
I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty
They say Rugged, by now, you should of at least
funny, I'm mad famous for being unknown
I'm a dirty motherfucker, they hate my guts
All I talk about is bitches, and nuts
Yeah, I got a foul mouth, yeah, I too much
I'm just so Ricky Ricardo,
And I ain't got no fly whip, I still the bus
I got Mitch Blood on the scene with us
Hospitable, hitable, cooler Digable
Criminal, miracle, lyrical take every syllable
Little riddle, profitable, visible,
Little pitiful fist still 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 slaves torment
Slow down my steps, one foot from the to con it
Our black males, they lick pon gate
Son of the morning, souls, tell Minister "come pray"
It's gun inside of smokey apartments
Flow process, one nine, two tech, four
Coke overballing kettels, it's we struck oil in the ghetto's
We supply it to addict's, the work
He practice, like a search backwards
Til they that dirt in our casket, and that's it
I live where the are nothin', just a scene 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
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, while he's his tear
Yeah, it's that real shit, made me
music from the '80's, the child's of the '70's
I long til they bury me...