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
Nigga listen, I ya ass into submission
Professionalist, in this
Hennecy wit a twist, another nigga
in the abyss, fuckin wit the fish
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 held tightly, this fight be (don't us lightly)

Now stoned be the way Quaz' walk, New York
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 just to say the least
But quote for quote, more dough choke throats like inhale
ready like nine volt, batteries
Lost casualties, through ya anatomy
Another tragedy, wit my family catastrophe
From Queens them Kings call me ya
Drama has to be, my hostile days, from outta, puff
These high roller somethin, before my start pumpin

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

Kiz]
Off top, the Remi had me dizzy and shit
Drunk like a Mexican, clap wit ya Fam wit Smith and
Rip, heavy wit shine, 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 guarantee you get hit, by Kiz
1996 to the I quit, nothin happenin
Fuck the yappin, and clappin
All these savages movin backwards, splittin 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

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