Luyện nghe bài hát Crossfire

SMAS You know:
You gotta a right to be talking outside of your mouth
You ain't tight and utter a word
arts absolutely absurd
I'm precise and you can't compare to me and shine right
Get ready to be turned you food for fishes
And behind upset crying senior citizens
on the shit again
Shotgun
The boss still open drink with a steady hand
all free
No for membership
Premium businessmen believe me it's
Talk smack and I'll castrate you a battle axe
Swell up your
Then a battle rap

[Talib
You lost voice and
down with battleaxe
That ain't rap
You're broke back your saddle axe
SAS
in a black bag
Thinking about the punk shit like Black Flag
Ivy with the poison in the ink well
Punchline screw your face up a steak smell
so funky
Got nose runny like blow junkie
Blacksmith never go hungry
flow so crummy
I get the sisters and the snow bunnies up the tickets
Give us your
Oh for money
It's the
Charm rotten pieces like an attack on Eminem
Star wars its a classic
up backward and then
Ash it before you it
You know how to get
On the side where the grass is
up on the shape glasses
Niggas get
Handing out
And caskets gotta bake bread the basket
Bastards!
can't outlast the masters
Press it up and spin up the
Put the on the plastic

Roll another blunt for actors
Cuz put fear in the factor
ya
Agony!
Niggas gotta pay for the
Especially I cook it up with the cocaine

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Battleaxe
We Betty on rapid
So much coke on my remind of Aspen
2 white bitches they and aspirin
Rolls rolls
KC niggas slash and mister murder every
Not a rap
More like
Rap rap sta?
Money comin 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
Poppin' em and em
Only em mad
I'm younger than Trumpin' em
em made
In a ridiculous and not really stoppin' em
Basically LA
We take game like
Do a show and grab some hoes and em to tele
Young Tre I'm the youngest in charge
Nigga violate our squad you the law

Check my
Just a Wu-Tang sword
I run the blade against your throat like you was Ford
You got'em, worldwide
I've been to Paris on
From the Eifel my rifle power make you contort
This is a contact
No or referees
Im hotter than Cali's death bolders and bleach
My cut up I chop it up like I was a butcher and beef
Boondocks ain't my
Beats a priest