Luyện nghe bài hát Crossfire

SMAS You already
You ain't gotta a right to be talking outside of your
You ain't and shouldn't utter a word
Your arts absolutely
I'm precise and you can't compare to me and dead right
Get ready to be turned you into for fishes
And leave upset crying senior citizens
Crying on the shit
Charlemagne
The boss still open drink with a steady hand
It's all
No need for
Premium believe me it's blacksmith
Talk smack and I'll castrate you with a axe
up your membrane
Then kick a rap

Kweli]
You your voice and
Come down battleaxe
ain't real rap
You're broke back your saddle axe
SAS
in a black bag
Thinking about the punk rock like Black Flag
Operation Ivy the poison in the ink well
Punchline your face up like a steak smell
so funky
Got your nose like blow junkie
people never go hungry
Rappers flow so
I get the sisters and the snow buyin' up the tickets
Give us money
Oh for sure
the gentlemen
Charm rapping rotten pieces like an on Eminem
wars steady its a classic
Light up backward and
Ash it before you it
You how to hash get
On the side where the grass is
Gotta up on the glasses
get blasted
Handing out
And caskets gotta bread like the basket
Bastards!
Rappers can't the masters
it up and spin up the waxes
Put the needle on the

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

Tre]
Battleaxe
We Betty on rapid
So much on my track remind of Aspen
2 white they alkaseltzer and aspirin
Rolls outlastin'
KC niggas and mister murder every tray
Not a rap
More rapublican
Rap rap como
Money comin in
Only time I had my 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
gets em mad
I'm younger Donald Trumpin' em
em made
In a ridiculous and not really stoppin' em
Basically LA
We take game really
Do a show and grab some and take em to tele
Young Tre nice I'm the youngest in
Nigga violate our squad you the law

Check my
Just like a Wu-Tang
I run the blade against your like you was Harrison Ford
You got'em, worldwide
been to Paris on tour
From the Eifel tower my rifle power you contort
This is a sport
No or referees
Im hotter than Cali's valley bolders and bleach
My posse cut up I it up like I was a butcher and beef
Boondocks ain't my
like a priest