Luyện nghe bài hát Conflict

[Green
I want it all no
Queens terrorism, at his best when I wear my and
Desert Eagle, inferred for
Interceptin, your collection, when I'm makin
Nigga listen, I brake ya ass submission
Professionalist, specializin in
Hennecy wit a twist, another nigga
in the abyss, fuckin wit the fish
Scratch him off the
Automatic trey pound seven in my fist, get ya wig
Eyes rise, Flushing, Queens, 'Lanz Enterprise
Wise got shine, forever
Gats forever held tightly, this fight be (don't 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 play the cemetery body, capisce
The hashish, me unleash, six through his dome piece
And that's to say the least
But for quote, more dough choke throats like inhale smoke
Forever ready like volt, batteries
Lost casualties, through ya anatomy
tragedy, wit my family cause catastrophe
From Queens them 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, blow a nigga like
Some say my lifestyle, need to be
Scramble and foul, 210
Take nickel plate, who the weight now
Leave you hear, bouncin the whip, I'm crystal
All out, bent in the streets wit my pistol
My rhyme noters, rippin ya meat, for I hold it down
Fuckin wit the wrong cat, to many black
Phenom never suffer set back, I 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 unless you to all for me
the code, with five seconds to explode
Escape wit the scroll, my gun ho
Five hundred mellows, serafino
casinos, but seenin a man, wit gun totin, chico
That organize extortion like The sequel
To open eyes to all that peoples
Mainly maintain to do, shittin I'm through
not given when I'm rippin through
Who is I can see fast and blast past ya faggot attitude

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

[Royal
My desert needs a high rise, fuckin wit these guys
Can you recognize, Storm, 'Lanz Enterprise
Smile like Einstein, jury drip, guns
You don't mine, gotta fight this all in one time
Plus ya override, bustin straight, you the sky
I you scared while I'm lookin at the devil inside
Rollin dice my weapon, hold the four and a five
And a cold and hard where I was born the start
Here to play a part, smokin weed and the dark
And out for NARCS, Flush and entourage in charge
And the espionage, we all livin large