Luyện nghe bài hát Crossfire

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

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

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

Tre]
Battleaxe
We stack on rapid
So much coke on my track remind of
2 white bitches they alkaseltzer and
Rolls rolls
KC niggas and mister murder every tray
Not a rap
More like
Rap rap como
Money keep in
Only I had my back was who had love for em
You no love for em
You no love for em
I'm running up and em
Poppin' em and em
Only em mad
I'm younger than Trumpin' em
em made
In a sense ridiculous and not really em
from 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 our squad you meeting the law

Check my
like a Wu-Tang sword
I run the against your throat like you was Harrison Ford
You girl got'em,
I've been to Paris on
From the Eifel tower my rifle power you contort
This is a contact
No or referees
Im hotter than Cali's death valley and bleach
My cut up I chop it up like I was a butcher and beef
Boondocks my boombox
Beats a priest