Luyện nghe bài hát Conflict

[Green
I want it all no
terrorism, at his best when I wear my vest and
Desert Eagle, for protection
Interceptin, your collection, when I'm section
Nigga listen, I brake ya ass submission
Professionalist, in this
wit a twist, another nigga miss
Gone in the abyss, wit the fish
him off the list
Automatic trey pound in my fist, get ya wig split
Eyes rise, Flushing, Queens, 'Lanz Enterprise
Wise got shine, brightly
Gats forever held tightly, fight be (don't take us lightly)

Now stoned be the way walk, reppin New York
For outlinin criminal bodies wit chalk
Wildin these streets, I'm for keeps, avoidin the beast
To keep the cemetery body, capisce
The hashish, made me unleash, six through his dome
And just to say the least
But quote for quote, more choke throats like inhale smoke
Forever ready like volt, batteries
Lost casualties, ricochet ya anatomy
Another tragedy, wit my cause catastrophe
From Queens them Kings me ya majesty
has to be, my hostile days, from outta, puff lies
These high roller somethin, my shots'll start pumpin

Pacino]
6-3 Thug, blow a nigga like
Some say my lifestyle, need to be
Scramble and foul, 210
Take nickel plate, who hold the now
Leave you hear, bouncin the whip, I'm sippin
All thunked out, in the streets wit my pistol
My rhyme noters, rippin ya meat, for I hold it down
wit the wrong cat, to many gats black
Phenom never suffer set back, I off just like a jet pack
To crack the barrel, Pacino through over
Just get a title, find ya blazin in the saddle
Knowin half the battle was just a Queens soldier
And fuckin wit unless you asset to all for me
Spotted the code, five seconds to explode
wit the scroll, my family gun ho
Five hundred mellows, serafino
casinos, but seenin a man, wit gun totin, chico
That organize extortion The Godfather sequel
To open eyes to all that peoples
Mainly maintain to do, shittin where I'm
not given when I'm rippin through
Who is you? I can see fast and blast ya faggot attitude

[Psycho
Off top, the Remi had me dizzy and shit
Drunk like a Mexican, wit ya Fam wit Smith and Wesson's
Rip, heavy wit shine, diamond
Spot for possession, welcome to the real world
Taught 'em why I hate this (We don't a who it is)
the bullshit, I guarantee you get hit, by Psycho Kiz
1996 to the year I quit, happenin
Fuck the yappin, and start
All savages movin backwards, splittin they wigs
Smashin 'em, 'em, red rum for everyone
Fuck a key, Queens niggas move in
The real number ones, for the chest, ice still on the run

Flush]
My desert needs a high rise, wit these wise guys
Can you recognize, Desert Storm, 'Lanz
Smile like Einstein, jury drip, combine
You don't want mine, gotta this all in one time
ya override, bustin straight, you bustin the sky
I know you while I'm lookin at the devil inside
Rollin like my weapon, hold the four and a five
And a cold and hard where I was from the start
Here to a part, smokin weed and sellin the dark
And watchin out for NARCS, and entourage in charge
And surround the espionage, we all large