Luyện nghe bài hát Conflict

[Green
I want it all no
Queens terrorism, at his when I wear my vest and
Eagle, inferred for protection
Interceptin, your collection, when I'm makin
Nigga listen, I ya ass into submission
Professionalist, specializin in
Hennecy wit a twist, another miss
in the abyss, fuckin wit the fish
Scratch him off the
Automatic pound seven in my fist, get ya wig split
Green 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 Quaz' walk, New York
For outlinin criminal wit white chalk
Wildin these streets, I'm playin for keeps, avoidin the
To keep the cemetery body, capisce
The hashish, made me unleash, six his dome piece
And just to say the least
But quote for quote, more choke throats like inhale smoke
Forever ready like nine volt,
casualties, ricochet through ya anatomy
Another tragedy, wit my family cause
From Queens them call me ya majesty
Drama has to be, my hostile days, from outta, lies
These high roller somethin, before my start pumpin

Pacino]
6-3 Thug, blow a like drought
Some say my lifestyle, to be change
Scramble and foul, 210
nickel plate, who hold the weight now
Leave you hear, bouncin the whip, I'm sippin
All thunked out, bent in the streets wit my
My rhyme noters, rippin ya meat, for beef I hold it
Fuckin wit the wrong cat, to many black
never suffer set back, I blast off just like a jet pack
To crack the barrel, Pacino over dowel
Just get a title, find ya life 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, with seconds to explode
wit the scroll, my family gun ho
Five hundred mellows, serafino
casinos, but seenin a man, wit gun totin, chico
That extortion like The Godfather sequel
To open to all evils that peoples
maintain to do, shittin where I'm through
Fuck's not when I'm rippin through
Who is you? I can see fast and blast ya faggot attitude

[Psycho
Off top, the Remi had me bent dizzy and
Drunk a Mexican, clap wit ya Fam wit Smith and Wesson's
Rip, heavy wit shine, diamond
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 guarantee you get hit, by Kiz
1996 to the I quit, nothin happenin
Fuck the yappin, and clappin
All these savages backwards, splittin they wigs
Smashin 'em, shootin 'em, red rum for
Fuck a key, Queens move in tons
The real ones, for the chest, ice fish still on the run

[Royal
My desert needs a high rise, wit these wise guys
Can you recognize, Storm, 'Lanz Enterprise
Smile Einstein, jury drip, guns combine
You don't want mine, gotta fight all in one time
ya override, bustin straight, you bustin the sky
I know you scared while I'm at the devil inside
Rollin like my weapon, hold the four and a five
And a cold and hard 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 surround the espionage, we all large