Luyện nghe bài hát Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Taking you to the other terrain, we strictly for the cream
Here to kill whole scene and your motherfuckin team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we for disaster
For me the microphone
Look, I ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're to take a fall
talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck the yappin, be to it, do it
Steady scream about East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the
Niggaz better get up off that bullshit
up in the limelight gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to they shit off
Gettin peeps fucked up cause they block is soft
As for terror, I sever the best of
Look, little Mally G off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin but us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the
degrees to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off with one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... one rhyme
I don't give a fuck I em with just one rhyme
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era
My time to shine and I'm still payin
And I'ma be famous on rap or the news, motherfucker
I only you nothin but the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a
tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
I seen the shades and the suedes from Pah
But up do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome piece that I
Remember around and catch a Mack to your back

Who the I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my P.I.
Oops I lie, I got a bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots
Duck, heavens to fuckin
I drop noise that the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime fine
with a nine pull line blind keep up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, splits rivers
I so many broads I leave your entourage tender
Like mix liquor
I you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical for four quarters
raw water sons to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I trouble where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in bubble bear, coat
Antidotes gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your up in this rodeo
My roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down state buildings with high ceilings
Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army
Def Squad
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom you enter

Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack
You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is
As sex drugs and violence, balance the of reality
don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz shit to me (word up)
You stupid always got somethin smart to say
And probably even spell TWA
My crew is police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)
Jump out and get it on then and there (whassup whassup??)
Niggaz is and ways and actions show it
Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't know it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck life)
Act I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife

Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of G
Redman, Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad
up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy
Lord Have For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta

Two one two, I'm living as a rugged MC
When I step up in jam yo I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and be eyein me
I'm spontaneous, I'm brothers out the frame
I'm dangerous
I'm well like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my
I'm great distance like
I stroke like a butterfly, sting a bee
Yo I Fades Them All my man Mally G
Whip a nigga ass for
And makin sure he see of me
the talk of the town
The stalker of New York fucks up the underground (no doubt)
I'm comin thorough like a of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl who's the real Flavors
My technique I freak days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Leap
I'm hittin brothers it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no publishing need to get jerked (no doubt)
a hundred percent, I gets down what I
Rap artists be dying to a extent
Sometimes they use the underground to a comeback
That shit is wack, fade and never come back

For now and forever, the, evil that men do
Mental, my center Winter
Frosted froze crews inventor,
Invader, I collapse your major
Straights and minds
splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like
Illegal, Lethal, like Gibson's
Splittin blessings, three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the
For you mindless, niggaz I smack
Or lay back recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, ooh ooh
Corrupt minors, like New York City's finest
lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your
Crush like chinas, opiuMC
My dust, these rhymers I hijack airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm
Papers stay like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault
My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan

If you more information look listen and read
While I sit back and I another fat bag of weed
We to take control of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, my Johnny Apple-seed
slave grip on your brain like white people
My will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner
I capitalize on my many and various of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad
For talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts
Let's get the cream so we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and exotic portraits
Here we go again, phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my named Stretch Armstrong
We the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get
Till they come through like the ATF and shut shit down
Alcohol and firearms is how we movin
Raw rapid fire flows while the keeps you niggaz groovin
I don't know who the fuck you really think you
You're so far from up to par and your shit improvin
From your conversation the way you come your shit is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head the holy cross
Exotic niggaz off to the Land of the Lost
If you see this
I recommend school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella
and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like National
It's Busta Rhymes for the entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!

Flipmode COMPLETELY getting that ass
Def Squad,