Luyện nghe bài hát Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Taking you to the other terrain, we strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole and your motherfuckin team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you of me
You probably know bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the microphone
Look, I crash ya, ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're to take a fall
Niggaz talk about and never get to it
Fuck the yappin, be to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West
But you ain't in it when it to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that quick
up in the limelight gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to they shit off
Gettin they fucked up cause they block is soft
As for terror, I sever the best of
Look, little Mally G trippin off indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin but us
Def Squad niggaz like the Perseus
Droppin to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off with just one
One rhyme... one rhyme... just one
I don't give a fuck I kill em just one rhyme
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era
My time to shine and I'm still dues
And I'ma be famous on rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you but the real it's
tight up in the struggle to get this fuckin meal, why?
act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the ol song
I the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up do you know who I
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 the chrome piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a to your back

Who the I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my P.I.
Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots
Duck, to fuckin Merkatroid
I drop noise employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, speaks fine
a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until
you to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave your entourage
bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four
raw water sons to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you
So I double dare to you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's do your mics up in this rodeo
My star em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
down national state buildings with high ceilings
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, always a tack
You no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass deliciously
ain't shit to me (word up)
You stupid niggaz always got smart to say
And can't even spell TWA
My crew is like pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)
Jump out and get it on right and there (whassup whassup??)
Niggaz is pussy and ways and show it
Most of y'all dead, and don't even know it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for (word up, yeah fuck your life)
Act I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife

Aiyyo, you just heard the of Mally 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
Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta

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

For now and forever, the, evil that men do
Mental, my inner center
Frosted froze crews inventor,
Invader, evacuate I collapse your
Straights and minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for these
My maneuvers, drop lugers
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 fust, in your sinus
Crush like chinas, grinders
My dust, rhymers I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm
Papers stay viscous like cults
that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas

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

Flipmode getting inside that ass
Def Squad,