Luyện nghe bài hát Conflict

[Green
I it all no question
terrorism, at his best when 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
wit a twist, another nigga miss
Gone in the abyss, fuckin wit the
Scratch him off the
Automatic trey pound in my fist, get ya wig split
Green rise, Flushing, Queens, 'Lanz Enterprise
Wise got shine, brightly
Gats forever held tightly, this fight be (don't us lightly)

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

[Phenom
6-3 Thug, blow a like drought
Some say my lifestyle, to be change
and foul, 210 pound
Take plate, who hold the weight now
Leave you hear, the whip, I'm sippin crystal
All thunked out, 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 crack the barrel, Pacino through dowel
Just get a title, find ya blazin in the saddle
half the battle was just a Queens soldier story
And fuckin wit niggas unless you to all for me
Spotted the code, with five seconds to
wit the scroll, my family gun ho
Five hundred mellows, serafino
casinos, but seenin a man, wit gun totin, chico
That organize extortion like The sequel
To eyes 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 past ya attitude

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

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