Luyện nghe bài hát Darkness

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

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

Poetic]
Yo, up
Reap, Poetic, Tony titanium

Criminal record, never had one, never none
Never grab and blaze them just for fun
I'm military trained, not considered very
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 I got, cuz we travel alot
Doin hip hop in that get hot
They we get knots, a few bad apples'll lick shots
And stops, the Most High
Deprive human life out of his gift
Thirty years up on the brick top
Tryin to survive, as wild as elephant's stampede
To see, fans leave as someone in the audience, clans
They can't breath, the next man squeeze
And girl is like "Please"
Someone, get a parademic, the drama's pathetic
black armor shredded, I need peace
Peace of mind, and quiet, piece of the pie
Piece of the action, to
A nice of real estate when I need escape
A pen and a piece of paper, to my next caper
Up in the safe havin, peace pipes
As peeps try the treaty
And we be the Sun as a time piece
Dime pieces in two bikinis
That give me a piece of ass, they see me
the dealy? Behind the whole plot
As I carry a to protect my flock
Can't throw rocks while enemies toke
The human and the low brain lock, and we go into shock shock

3X]

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