Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle Rock

All the children come into the

There be
Rock a bye baby the rooftop
When the guns your cradle gets hot
When the quakes and the sky starts to fall
Down will come emcees, fake an' all

On top I be the show shot, the drops
After shot blow your bumba clock to
Time stop, flyin' guillotine for your flock
What you mean you the beans, ah?

Blacked out an' thought I pop lazer beam glock
What's a bird to a with a flock, wha'?
They got nerve to even try and share the turd
On John J, flap a nigga gate with the
Hot Nik shoot you with the gift, it's your

God hatin' ugly in the way fuck 'em like the earth say
first day I survey the hassle
Death knockin' at door in the Big Apple
rotton to the core

Shackle in the castle, the dungeon with vermin
In the form of emcees determined to foot on God soil
Not knowin' these egg heads come hard boiled
And heavy handed, the aliens we landed and you in the way
Overthrow these niggas, Independence day

Felons get split melons
Buck get the bug repellent, insecticide
Johnny 5 take it as long as I
Pledge negligence to the side, I'll never die

Who ya know with a flow like Bring 'em in
What clan you know like this? Bring 'em in
Take nigga

will be
The of gun burst put the foul in this dirt
(Foul in dirt)
You can't fake plannin' the mind control theory
(Mind theory)

Murder in the bring 'em back down to earth
(Back to earth)
Y'all niggas hear me prepare for the worst
(Prepare for the worst)

Times gon' change, nottin' will remain the
Million broke niggas still fucked up in the game
Make me wanna choke shittin' on my name
Tuck your chain when I approach, nigga, go against the now

Niggas stand in the now
Die fan call me John John McClain now
Snake vs the crane style death to the
Wu number one the centipede
some, send 'em all to kingdom come

Sun still shine one time for your crooked
Drunk off of wine, son I'm into street crime
Every word, every line got very fine
Turn me on mankind, detonate the land mine
Funk gets me goin' now, never sell, never
Live by the code now never tell, told

I throw like Clyde with the finger roll
Clut shots an' what not this is the buck stops
Still can't eat and still can't sleep
I myself as presidential emcee
killa bee, the bee high facility
In love with the blunt even though it's killin' me

Bad vibes fillin' me with of conspiracy
White scandals with Bill Clinton 'n' Hilary
Too hot to handle, well put together to
Fucker, you me? Fucker

will be
Excuse me as I the sky
Catch me I fall son I'm too young to die
Me and that be the eye come test me
If you don't know me you know me, boost the birdie

Rock a bye from the rooftop
When the guns blow your cradle rocked
When the quakes and the sky starts to fall
Down come emcees, fake shit and all

Ayyo, I got 360 degrees of
That's mind and spirit, a 120 degrees a piece
We gon' break it down simple terms
That's nine nigga nine, level of change

It's too many sittin' on they ass
Waitin' for shit to just happen, don't just happen
Don't fuck around and miss the
If you take the negative, make room for the positive
Thats addin' and subtractin' on the

Niggas betta learn math
'Cause if my calculations serve me
I'ma fuck around and have all this
I'm on yo' ass nigga, I'm on yo' ass