Luyện nghe bài hát Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Taking you to the other terrain, we mash for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I you heard of me
You probably know some bitch who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we for disaster
For me the master
Look, I crash ya, ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a
Niggaz talk about and never get to it
the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the
Niggaz better get up off bullshit quick
up in the limelight gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to rock they off
they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft
As for terror, I sever the of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin off indo trees
to murder label's jerkin but mercy us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize the Perseus
Droppin degrees to zero with
Kill your whole off with just one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... just one
I don't give a fuck I kill em just one rhyme
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era
My to shine and I'm still payin dues
And be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but the it's
tight up in the tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I a long
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol
I seen the shades and the suedes afar Pah
But hold up do you know who I
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the is on
You blot it I got it then shot it hot up in your dome
Peace with the piece that I pack
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 employs the
Recline like receding hairline, speaks fine
with a nine pull blind keep mines up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, metabolism splits
I rock so many broads I leave your tender
Like bartenders mix
I serve you the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for quarters
raw water turn to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear,
cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in rodeo
My roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings with high
Funk Doc to the freeze
Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army
Def Squad
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you

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

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

Two one two, I'm life as a rugged MC
When I up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and bitches be me
I'm spontaneous, I'm brothers out the frame
I'm dangerous
I'm well like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
get gassed, so they call me on my mobile
I'm great distance AT&T
I stroke like a butterfly, sting a bee
Yo I Them All like my man Mally G
Whip a nigga ass for
And makin sure he see of me
Rampage the of the town
The stalker of New that fucks up the underground (no doubt)
I'm comin like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl the real Future Flavors
My technique I freak seven days a
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, expert
who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)
a hundred percent, I gets down what I
Rap artists be dying to a extent
they use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack, away and never come back

For now and forever, it's the, that men do
Mental, my center Winter
Frosted froze crews inventor,
Invader, I collapse your major
Straights and minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for losers
My maneuvers, drop like
Illegal, Lethal, like Gibson's
blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, the nine-six
For you mindless, niggaz I smack
Or lay back like recliners, as jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, ooh ooh
your 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 viscous like 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 and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your like white people
My music will dominate the population black people
my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad
For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik
Let's get the cream so we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase portraits
Here we go again, another when I get on
Busta and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the reasons
Chaotic sample make a wanna get down
Till they come through the ATF and shut your shit down
tobacco and firearms is how we movin
Raw rapid fire flows the music keeps you niggaz groovin
I don't who the fuck you really think you foolin
You're so far from up to par and your needs improvin
From your conversation the way you come across shit is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the cross
Exotic blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see
I some school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella
Redman and the
Big ups to G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like Lampoon
It's Busta Rhymes for the whole ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!

Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside ass
Def Squad,