Luyện nghe bài hát Conflict

[Green
I want it all no
Queens terrorism, at his when I wear my vest and
Desert Eagle, for protection
Interceptin, your collection, when I'm makin
listen, I brake ya ass into submission
Professionalist, in this
Hennecy wit a twist, another miss
in the abyss, fuckin wit the fish
Scratch him off the
Automatic pound seven in my fist, get ya wig split
Green Eyes rise, Flushing, Queens, Enterprise
got shine, forever brightly
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 for keeps, avoidin the beast
To play the cemetery body, capisce
The hashish, made me unleash, six through his piece
And that's to say the least
But quote for quote, more dough choke throats like inhale
Forever like nine volt, batteries
casualties, ricochet through ya anatomy
Another tragedy, wit my family catastrophe
From Queens them Kings me ya majesty
Drama has to be, my hostile days, from outta, puff
These roller somethin, before my shots'll start pumpin

[Phenom
6-3 Thug, blow a like drought
say my lifestyle, need to be change
Scramble and foul, 210
Take plate, who hold the weight now
Leave you hear, the whip, I'm sippin crystal
All out, bent in the streets wit my pistol
My rhyme noters, rippin ya meat, for beef I hold it
Fuckin wit the wrong cat, to many black
Phenom suffer set back, I blast off just like a jet pack
To crack the barrel, Pacino through over
Just get a title, find ya life 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 seconds to explode
Escape wit the scroll, my gun ho
Five mellows, crackin serafino
casinos, but seenin a man, wit gun totin, chico
That organize extortion The Godfather sequel
To open eyes to all that peoples
Mainly to do, shittin where I'm through
not given 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 and shit
Drunk like a Mexican, clap wit ya Fam wit Smith and
Rip, heavy wit shine, flexin
Spot for possession, welcome to the real world
'em why I hate this (We don't a fuck who it is)
Stop the bullshit, I you get hit, by Psycho Kiz
1996 to the year I quit, happenin
the yappin, and start clappin
All these savages backwards, splittin they wigs
Smashin 'em, 'em, red rum for everyone
a key, Queens niggas move in tons
The number ones, for the chest, ice fish still on the run

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