Luyện nghe bài hát Crossfire

SMAS You already
You gotta a right to be talking outside of your mouth
You ain't tight and utter a word
Your arts absurd
I'm precise and you can't compare to me and shine dead
Get to be turned you into food for fishes
And leave behind crying senior citizens
Crying on the again
Charlemagne
The boss still open souled drink with a steady
It's all
No for membership
businessmen believe me it's blacksmith
Talk smack and castrate you with a battle axe
up your membrane
Then kick a rap

[Talib
You your voice and
Come with battleaxe
That real rap
broke back with your saddle axe
SAS
Bodies in a bag
Thinking about the punk rock like Black Flag
Operation Ivy with the poison in the ink
Punchline screw your face up a steak smell
Plots so
Got nose runny like blow junkie
Blacksmith people never go
Rappers flow so
I get the sisters and the snow bunnies buyin' up the
Give us your
Oh for sure
the gentlemen
Charm rotten pieces like an attack on Eminem
Star wars steady its a
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
Niggas get
Handing out
And gotta bake bread like the basket
Bastards!
Rappers outlast the masters
it up and spin up the waxes
Put the needle on the

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

Tre]
Battleaxe
We Betty on rapid
So much coke on my remind of Aspen
2 white bitches they and aspirin
rolls outlastin'
KC niggas slash and mister every tray
Not a rap
More rapublican
Rap rap sta?
Money comin in
Only time I had my was who had love for em
You ain't no for em
You ain't no for em
I'm up and dumpin' em
em and truckin' em
Only em mad
I'm younger than Trumpin' em
Getting em
In a sense ridiculous and not stoppin' em
from LA
We take game really
Do a show and grab some hoes and em to tele
Tre nice I'm the youngest in charge
Nigga our squad 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 power make you contort
This is a sport
No coaches or
Im hotter than Cali's death valley bolders and
My cut up I chop it up like I was a butcher and beef
ain't my boombox
Beats a priest