Luyện nghe bài hát Conflict

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

Now stoned be the way Quaz' walk, New York
For outlinin criminal bodies wit chalk
these streets, I'm playin for keeps, avoidin the beast
To play the cemetery body, capisce
The hashish, made me unleash, six through his piece
And that's just to say the
But quote for quote, more dough choke throats inhale smoke
Forever ready like volt, batteries
Lost casualties, through ya anatomy
tragedy, wit my family cause catastrophe
From Queens Kings call me ya majesty
Drama has to be, my days, from outta, puff lies
These high roller somethin, before my shots'll start

Pacino]
6-3 Thug, blow a nigga drought
say my lifestyle, need to be change
Scramble and foul, 210
Take nickel plate, who the weight now
you hear, bouncin the whip, I'm sippin crystal
All thunked out, in the streets wit my pistol
My rhyme noters, rippin ya meat, for beef I it down
Fuckin wit the cat, to many gats black
Phenom suffer set back, I blast off just like a jet pack
To crack the barrel, through over dowel
Just get a title, find ya life blazin in the
half the battle was just a Queens soldier story
And wit niggas unless you asset to all for me
Spotted the code, with seconds to explode
Escape wit the scroll, my gun ho
hundred mellows, crackin serafino
Ropin casinos, but a man, wit gun totin, chico
That organize like The Godfather sequel
To eyes to all evils that peoples
Mainly maintain to do, shittin where I'm
Fuck's not given when I'm through
Who is I can see fast and blast past ya faggot attitude

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

[Royal
My desert needs a high rise, fuckin wit these guys
Can you recognize, Desert Storm, 'Lanz
like Einstein, jury drip, guns combine
You want mine, gotta fight this all in one time
Plus ya override, straight, you bustin the sky
I you scared while I'm lookin at the devil inside
Rollin like my weapon, hold the four and a five
And a and hard where I was born from the start
to play a part, smokin weed and sellin the dark
And watchin out for NARCS, Flush and entourage in
And the espionage, we all livin large