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 ever see me with the you can bet it's in the cuffs

no snitch in us, bitch in us
Unofficialness, everything we outside you 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 either get big or and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't else

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

Just pass the cheese, please test the toaster
My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's
gettin' closer to death
Reaper's got a on your breath

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

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

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

Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin'
You fear it 'cause every last gem is poison
You gotta cheer it, you win you better join 'em
I'm head-annointin' niggas like the Gospel

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

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

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

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

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

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