Luyện nghe bài hát Ear Drums Pop(Remix)

Affiliation like, Peoples

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

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

The methods of torture, mic mastery
I'm locally accepted, respected
So gimmie mines and meet your wish
Dead at the throat like floatin' with your slit
Be gone, I'm way
My mind harder than your necklace
I just violate the streets until I the Peoples
Posse cut, the track, annihilate the sequel

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

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

Iriscience,
MC
Rakaa you don't fair

Aiyyo, we hit it festivals and we hit it the
We hit it Brad Pitt did it to Fight Club
I love it and live it, if you want it, come and get it
I'm like 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 everything goes at pro caliber
A top competitor, a world class

Spell-the-name-right.com, check the
they could check the date on a dime from satellites
I move like Coltrane, pushin' the blue
my name, style Fatal like Hussein
With Planet Asia, Defari and
Phil Tha Ag and Ev deliver the fast
Chavez and a butcher named Babs Dilated
Now that shit back to the lab

Man,
From L.A. and finest

They wanna jack who step up and I'll
Invade and face the of a twelve gauge pump
Yo chump, I'm not guy, my name's Defari
I with the fo' sho' logo, the open eye
Dilated, heavy rotated, Stated
So many dream of the sound that me and Ev
Everybody wanna be rhymin' two left feet
That's like a cripple man in lane five at the meet

You wishin' on a but you lookin' 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 paper in a of minutes
from Brooklyn or Venice, I travel with mental fitness
Takin' out you suckers and you know how I did this
So quit it, with the nonsense, you harmless
Leave the hip hop and get your fix from a pharmacy

Everlastin' fresh
Whitey Ford the devastating mic control

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

You know, you ain't the one rep pecker wood status
I'll bust that ass, keep your eyes on the
What you here for, son, you know the law
Let's take it back to the house, slide off your
Lift up skirt and expose your 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 catch a beat down, now where I come from
like that

Crescent Heights, get the right
You know my mothafuckin'

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

the function?
Who does the work, who does the paper work?
Who's the behind the desk, reclinin' the best
Too many fraudulent artists, ignoramusses
Gettin' famous-es, to steal my whole name in this
That's why every move is
It's the unprecedented that I invented
R-rated, Phil Tha Agony and
Crescent Heights, we're stealin' your height,

76 born lyricist
got another sound mission

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

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

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