Luyện nghe bài hát Darkness

[Intro:
No dead end streets
Gravediggaz, angels
out the fog
Reappearin every
Frukwan, the Gate Keep, sun
Hit it up, ya
Gravediggaz...hit it up, ya
Gravediggaz, angels

Created a cumulus, cause that are numerous
Dangerous combattin, I kill, it's no accident
Punch hole thru your abdomen, your vein instrument
Prevent, my thought waves travel
I generate, natural intake
7 and a ounce brain, 5% body weight
Repititious, the bishop, he enter the vicious
Sleepin wit yo misses, tappin that ass
Squeeze time, a pressure ya muthafuckas measure
The dead severed, fingers are dismembered
Hair foliculs, point of rap, in iodine
Wrapped in a heat, found upon the ground of Egypt
Jamaica, that on to a Earth shaker
disaster, hemipheric master
Master crater size hole, niggas that fold
Blow, transport threatin ya fuckin life
niggas up on the Potium
Figure, how niggas run wit Gravediggaz, nigga!

Poetic]
Yo, up
Grym Reap, Poetic, Tony

Criminal record, had one, never made none
Never grab guns and blaze just for fun
I'm military trained, not very fiend
Not to kill up frame within the skill of my brain
When I peep certain cats on the block, I know plot
How to get what I got, cuz we alot
Doin hip hop in that get hot
figure we get knots, a few bad apples'll lick shots
And shit stops, the High
Deprive human life out of his gift
Thirty four up on the brick top
Tryin to survive, as wild as elephant's stampede
To see, fans leave as in the audience, clans bleed
They can't breath, after the next man
And girl is like "Please"
Someone, get a parademic, the ghetto pathetic
More armor shredded, I need peace
Peace of mind, peace and quiet, of the pie
of the action, to acquire
A nice piece of real estate I need escape
A pen and a piece of paper, to plot my caper
Up in the safe havin, smokin peace
As peeps try the treaty
And we be usin the Sun as a time
Dime in two piece bikinis
That give me a of ass, whenever they see me
What the Behind the whole plot
As I carry a piece to protect my
Can't throw rocks while enemies Glocks
The human and the low brain lock, and we go shock shock shock

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"My mic check is or death" (6X)- Nas {scratched up}
"My mic check is or death, breathin the sniper's breath" - Nas