Luyện nghe bài hát Conflict

[Green
I want it all no
Queens terrorism, at his best when I my vest and
Eagle, inferred for protection
Interceptin, collection, when I'm makin section
Nigga listen, I brake ya ass into
Professionalist, in this
Hennecy wit a twist, another nigga
Gone in the abyss, fuckin wit the
Scratch him off the
Automatic pound seven in my fist, get ya wig split
Green rise, Flushing, Queens, 'Lanz Enterprise
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 bodies wit white chalk
Wildin these streets, I'm playin for keeps, avoidin the
To keep play the cemetery body,
The hashish, made me unleash, six through his piece
And just to say the least
But for quote, more dough choke throats like inhale smoke
Forever ready like volt, batteries
Lost casualties, through ya anatomy
Another tragedy, wit my cause catastrophe
From Queens them Kings call me ya
has to be, my hostile days, from outta, puff lies
These high roller somethin, before my start pumpin

Pacino]
6-3 Thug, blow a nigga like
Some say my lifestyle, to be change
Scramble and foul, 210
Take plate, who hold the weight now
Leave you hear, the whip, I'm sippin crystal
All thunked out, bent in the 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 blast off just like a jet
To crack the barrel, Pacino through dowel
Just get a title, ya life blazin in the saddle
Knowin half the was just a Queens soldier story
And fuckin wit niggas unless you to all for me
Spotted the code, with five seconds to
Escape wit the scroll, my gun ho
hundred mellows, crackin serafino
Ropin casinos, but seenin a man, wit gun totin,
organize extortion like The Godfather sequel
To open eyes to all evils peoples
Mainly maintain to do, shittin I'm through
Fuck's not given when I'm through
Who is you? I can see fast and blast past ya faggot

[Psycho
Off top, the Remi had me bent and shit
Drunk a Mexican, clap wit ya Fam wit Smith and Wesson's
Rip, heavy wit shine, flexin
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, nothin
Fuck the yappin, and clappin
All savages movin backwards, splittin they wigs
Smashin 'em, shootin 'em, red rum for
Fuck a key, Queens niggas move in
The real ones, for the chest, ice fish still on the run

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