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 makin
listen, I brake ya ass into submission
Professionalist, specializin in
Hennecy wit a twist, another nigga
Gone in the abyss, fuckin wit the
him off the list
Automatic trey seven in my fist, get ya wig split
Green Eyes rise, Flushing, Queens, 'Lanz
got shine, forever brightly
Gats forever tightly, this fight be (don't take us lightly)

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

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

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

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