Luyện nghe bài hát Conflict

[Green
I it all no question
Queens terrorism, at his when I wear my vest and
Desert Eagle, for protection
Interceptin, your collection, I'm makin section
Nigga listen, I ya ass into submission
Professionalist, in this
wit a twist, another nigga miss
Gone in the abyss, fuckin wit the
him off the list
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, the beast
To keep play the body, capisce
The hashish, made me unleash, six through his dome
And that's just to say the
But quote for quote, more dough choke like inhale smoke
ready like nine volt, batteries
Lost casualties, ricochet through ya
Another tragedy, wit my family catastrophe
From Queens Kings call me ya majesty
Drama has to be, my hostile days, from outta, puff
These high roller somethin, before my shots'll pumpin

[Phenom
6-3 Thug, a nigga like drought
Some say my lifestyle, need to be
Scramble and foul, 210
Take nickel plate, who hold the now
Leave you hear, bouncin the whip, I'm sippin
All thunked out, bent in the wit my pistol
My noters, rippin ya meat, for beef I hold it down
Fuckin wit the wrong cat, to many gats
Phenom never suffer set back, I blast off just like a jet
To crack the barrel, 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, with five to explode
Escape wit the scroll, my gun ho
hundred mellows, crackin serafino
Ropin casinos, but a man, wit gun totin, chico
That organize like The Godfather sequel
To eyes to all evils that peoples
Mainly maintain to do, where I'm through
Fuck's not given I'm rippin through
Who is you? I can see and blast past ya faggot attitude

Kiz]
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, diamond
Spot for possession, welcome to the real world
Taught 'em why I hate this (We a fuck who it is)
Stop the bullshit, I guarantee you get hit, by Kiz
to the year I quit, nothin happenin
Fuck the yappin, and clappin
All these savages movin backwards, splittin they
'em, shootin 'em, red rum for everyone
Fuck a key, niggas move in tons
The real number ones, for the chest, ice still on the run

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