Luyện nghe bài hát Crossfire

SMAS You know:
You ain't gotta a right to be talking outside of your
You ain't tight and shouldn't utter a
Your arts absurd
I'm precise and you can't compare to me and shine dead
Get ready to be turned you food for fishes
And leave behind upset crying senior
Crying on the again
Shotgun
The boss open souled drink with a steady hand
It's all
No need for
Premium businessmen believe me blacksmith
Talk and I'll castrate you with a battle axe
Swell up your
kick a battle rap

[Talib
You your voice and
down with battleaxe
That ain't rap
You're back with your saddle axe
SAS
Bodies in a bag
Thinking about the rock shit like Black Flag
Operation Ivy with the poison in the ink
Punchline screw your face up a steak smell
Plots so
Got your nose runny like junkie
Blacksmith never go hungry
Rappers flow so
I get the sisters and the snow bunnies buyin' up the
Give us your
Oh for sure
It's the
Charm rapping rotten pieces an attack on Eminem
wars steady its a classic
Light up backward and
Ash it before you it
You know how to get
On the side the greener grass is
Gotta up on the shape
get blasted
Handing out
And caskets gotta bake bread the basket
Bastards!
Rappers can't the masters
Press it up and up the waxes
Put the on the plastic

Roll blunt for these actors
Cuz imma put fear in the
ya
Agony!
Niggas gotta pay for the
Especially when I cook it up the cocaine

Tre]
Battleaxe
We stack Betty on
So much coke on my remind of Aspen
2 bitches they alkaseltzer and aspirin
Rolls outlastin'
KC niggas slash and mister murder tray
Not a rap
like rapublican
Rap rap sta?
Money keep in
time I had my back was who had love for em
You ain't no for em
You no love for em
I'm up and dumpin' em
em and truckin' em
Only em mad
I'm younger Donald Trumpin' em
em made
In a sense and not really stoppin' em
from LA
We take like really
Do a show and grab some and take em to tele
Young Tre I'm the youngest in charge
Nigga violate our you meeting the law

Check my
Just a Wu-Tang sword
I run the against your throat like you was Harrison Ford
You got'em, worldwide
I've to Paris on tour
From the Eifel tower my rifle make you contort
This is a sport
No coaches or
Im than Cali's death valley bolders and bleach
My posse cut up I it up like I was a butcher and beef
ain't my boombox
Beats a priest