Luyện nghe bài hát Crossfire

SMAS You know:
You ain't gotta a right to be talking outside of mouth
You ain't and shouldn't utter a word
Your absolutely absurd
I'm precise and you can't compare to me and shine right
Get ready to be you into food for fishes
And leave behind upset crying citizens
on the shit again
Shotgun
The boss open souled drink with a steady hand
all free
No need for
businessmen believe me it's blacksmith
Talk smack and I'll you with a battle axe
up your membrane
Then kick a rap

Kweli]
You your voice and
Come with battleaxe
That real rap
You're broke back your saddle axe
SAS
Bodies in a bag
Thinking about the punk rock shit like Flag
Operation Ivy with the poison in the ink
Punchline your face up like a steak smell
Plots so
Got your nose runny like blow
people never go hungry
Rappers flow so
I get the sisters and the snow buyin' up the tickets
Give us money
Oh for money
It's the
Charm rapping rotten pieces an attack on Eminem
Star 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
Niggas get
out cash's
And caskets bake bread like the basket
Bastards!
Rappers outlast the masters
Press it up and up the waxes
Put the needle on the

Roll blunt for these actors
Cuz imma put in the factor
ya
Agony!
Niggas pay for the ecstasy
Especially when I it up with the cocaine

Tre]
Battleaxe
We stack Betty on
So much coke on my remind of Aspen
2 white bitches alkaseltzer and aspirin
Rolls rolls
KC niggas and mister murder every tray
Not a rap
like rapublican
Rap rap sta?
Money keep in
Only I had my back was who had love for em
You no love for em
You ain't no 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 sense and not really stoppin' em
Basically LA
We take game really
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 like a Wu-Tang
I run the blade your throat like you was Harrison Ford
You got'em, worldwide
been to Paris on tour
From the Eifel tower my rifle power make you
is a contact sport
No or referees
Im hotter than death valley bolders and bleach
My posse cut up I chop it up I was a butcher and beef
Boondocks my boombox
like a priest