Luyện nghe bài hát Conflict

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

Now stoned be the way Quaz' walk, New York
For outlinin criminal bodies wit white
Wildin these streets, I'm playin for keeps, avoidin the
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 dough choke throats like smoke
Forever ready like volt, batteries
Lost casualties, ricochet through ya
Another tragedy, wit my family cause
Queens them Kings call me ya majesty
Drama has to be, my hostile days, from outta, lies
These high roller somethin, before my shots'll start

[Phenom
6-3 Thug, blow a like drought
Some say my lifestyle, to be change
Scramble and foul, 210
Take nickel plate, who hold the now
you hear, bouncin the whip, I'm sippin crystal
All out, bent in the streets wit my pistol
My rhyme noters, rippin ya meat, for beef I hold it
Fuckin wit the wrong cat, to gats black
never suffer set back, I blast off just like a jet pack
To the barrel, Pacino through over dowel
Just get a title, ya life blazin in the saddle
Knowin half the battle was a Queens soldier story
And fuckin wit niggas you asset to all for me
Spotted the code, five seconds to explode
wit the scroll, my family gun ho
Five hundred mellows, serafino
Ropin casinos, but seenin a man, wit gun totin,
That organize extortion like The sequel
To open eyes to all evils peoples
Mainly maintain to do, where I'm through
Fuck's not given I'm rippin through
Who is you? I can see fast and past ya faggot attitude

Kiz]
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, flexin
lock for possession, welcome to the real world
Taught 'em why I this (We don't a fuck who it is)
Stop the bullshit, I you get hit, by Psycho Kiz
1996 to the I quit, nothin happenin
the yappin, and start clappin
All these savages movin backwards, they wigs
'em, shootin 'em, red rum for everyone
Fuck a key, niggas move in tons
The number ones, for the chest, ice fish still on the run

Flush]
My desert needs a high rise, fuckin wit these wise
Can you recognize, Desert Storm, 'Lanz
like Einstein, jury drip, guns combine
You don't mine, gotta fight this all in one time
ya override, bustin straight, you bustin the sky
I know you scared I'm lookin 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
Here to play a part, smokin weed and the dark
And watchin out for NARCS, Flush and entourage in
And the espionage, we all livin large