Luyện nghe bài hát Ear Drums Pop(Remix)

Affiliation like, Peoples

Watch ear drums pop, pop, pop
your ear drums pop, pop
Got rap shit locked

Planet Asia, ain't a damn changed
Changed, changed,

The methods of melodic torture, mic
I'm locally accepted, respected
So gimmie mines and your death wish
at the throat like floatin' with your neck slit
Be gone, I'm way
My shines harder than your necklace
I violate the streets until I Dilate the Peoples
Posse cut, kill the track, the sequel

Trigger-happy, anxious to earn to stripe it was just put on
Initiation means death, burn the mic, now your escort
If the shot's rusted, hot sauce for all you busters
Duck it, you're fuckin' with the spot
Bustin' with brand new cocked

Straight out the metal shop to you up close
Dead on the spot, goes your manhood
Mad Max, Terror your for canned goods
Blaze you with the heat, destroy my conscience with the
up ain't in the plans, I leave MCs with no stands
I'll conventions so in thoughts, the fans labeled it trance

Iriscience,
MC
Rakaa you don't fair

Aiyyo, we hit it and we hit it the nightclubs
We hit it like Brad did it to Fight Club
I love it and live it, if you want it, then and get it
I'm Show and AG or Alomar, how I spit it
It's the highly-developed, well-equipped,
You're a target if you're soft, pastel or
I'm bold 'cause goes at pro caliber
A top competitor, a world class

Spell-the-name-right.com, check the
Like they could check the date on a from satellites
I move like Coltrane, pushin' the blue
Rakaa's my name, style Fatal like
Planet Asia, Defari and Everlast
Phil Tha Ag and Ev deliver the weather
Joey and a butcher named Babs Dilated
Now take that shit to the lab

Man,
L.A. and it's finest

They wanna who step up and I'll dump
Invade and face the rage of a twelve gauge
Yo chump, I'm not that guy, my Defari
I roll with the fo' logo, the open eye
Dilated, rotated, Golden Stated
So dream of the sound that me and Ev created
Everybody wanna be with two left feet
That's like a cripple man in lane at the track meet

You wishin' on a star but you at the sun
I be the one who takes it so serious, it's more fun
Pro sport a bottle of Crown and quart of Guiness
The ink fill up the in a matter of minutes
from Brooklyn or Venice, I travel with mental fitness
Takin' out you suckers and you don't know how I did
So quit it, with the nonsense, you harmless
Leave the hip hop alone and get your fix a pharmacy

fresh [Incomprehensible]
Whitey Ford brings the devastating mic

I the New Testament and gave it up for Lent
All the places I went just to pay my
Used to me bent on a ritual daily
Cock my hammer, spit a Comet like
buck a three-eighty on ones that act Shady
I'm original like Grady, my Sanford, Son

You know, you ain't the one that rep pecker status
I'll bust that ass, keep your on the floor
What you comin' here for, son, you the law
Let's take it to the house, slide off your blouse
Lift up your skirt and expose panties
For the world to see, you can't rep it me
I'm Communist, terrorist, vandalist,
Scandalous, masacous, never miss
You must be crazy or just dumb
You might catch a down, now where I come from
It's that

Crescent Heights, get the name
You my mothafuckin' name

Yo, yo, Phil Tha Agony, a creatin' miracles
Analyze this Robert DeNiro with your air-tight vacuum lungs
Got your ass [Incomprehensible]
Chewin gum, bitin' tongue, bleedin'
is it that you're really needin'?
Is it air to breathin', a bank account so plenty of cheese in
Take consideration with every situation that you're facin'
the operation

What's the
Who does the label work, who does the paper
the president behind the desk, reclinin' the best
Too fake fraudulent artists, ignoramusses
Gettin' famous-es, to steal my whole name in this
why every move is documented
It's the unprecedented rhymes that I
R-rated, Phil Tha Agony and
Crescent Heights, we're stealin' height, violated

76 born lyricist
Evidence got sound mission

Yo y'all, my is timeless
A clock with no hands, a hourglass no sand
My life been written before anyone cloths or ribbon
I've started their path but what I've said passed
The lab cat's back, that's why I feel like been chose
To to occasions with hits like Pete Rose

Speak to myself but I say when
No mistakes allowed, my letters in pen
Permanent ink, unleaded gas ready to drink
all flows in perfect border in sync
Total chaos, mass
You just the playoffs, yo, my team's not losin'

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