Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Verses (drop It Heavy And Fantastic 4)

Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah
But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this of violence
Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, up
If you see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs

Ain't no in us, bitch in us
Unofficialness, everything we you wish you was
thugs in the drug profession
Drug connections, addictions

Still seein' the judge for drug
The four-D's, all is more reas'
To get big or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., nobody else

We probably Dove 'cause we all way on top of the
I'm lockin' wealth with the master keys, freeze
try to breeze or I'ma squeeze
And blast the back of your

Just pass the cheese, please don't the toaster
My tech'll roast ya faster than Ferrari's Testarossa
You're gettin' closer to
Reaper's got a hold on your

You goin' straight to hell as you sell your for your flesh
You was a threat, now you froze in the bed
Minute ago, you was shit, holdin' ya dick
Now the problem, you ain't nuttin'

Like you said on album
I thought you was wildin',
Your guns and the island
You was't violent, you was

Tryin' to get credits
How pathetic, did it to get out of the
I'm Dianetics with lyrics
My matureness is my

Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin'
You gotta it 'cause every last gem is poison
You gotta it, you can't win you better join 'em
I'm head-annointin' like the Holy Gospel

I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin'
Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw
Warlords, callin' The Giant, it's all

Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll God
The Squad and T.S., out the B.S., we platinum
They even Jesus, niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
Brain-bolic with knowledge, scholars

Holdin' it down, walkin' with gold by the pound
Frozen and with diamond boulders all in the crown
Talk of the town, soakin' you wit toast 'til you drown
you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground

Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the tip
You keep playin' and I get quick
And now I take you for a walk through the
Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the

I rep the borough that this rap shit, I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some shit
I used to to pack a mac in back of the Acura
Now I relax and stack plaques in my shack

like that, but don't think I won't counter act
My niggaz is and quick to lay a bitch on his back
I'm swift the mac, quicker than Kung Fu
With the of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose