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

Yo, my squad is like Elijah Muhammad
But I'm God-retarded, no righteousness in this heart of violence
Hard as but I'm in the ruff, listen up
If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the

no snitch in us, bitch in us
Unofficialness, everything we you wish you was
Official thugs in the profession
connections, drug addictions

Still the judge for drug possession
The four-D's, all these is reas'
To either get big or and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody

We probably Dove 'cause we all way on top of the
I'm lockin' your with the master keys, freeze
Don't try to or I'ma squeeze
And blast the back of your

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

You goin' straight to hell as you sell soul for your flesh
You was posin' a threat, now you in the bed
Minute ago, you was poppin' shit, holdin' ya
Now what's the problem, you ain't

you said on your album
I you was wildin', bustin'
Your guns and the island
You violent, you was silent

Tryin' to get college
How pathetic, did it to get out of the
I'm Dianetics combined lyrics
My is my insurance

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

I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with nostrils
Watch for the toast, you see it, you better draw yours
Warlords, The Giant, it's all yours

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

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

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

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

It's like that, but don't think I counter act
My niggaz is strapped and quick to lay a on his back
I'm swift with the mac, than Kung Fu
With the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a