Luyện nghe bài hát Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Taking you to the terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I you heard of me
You probably some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the microphone
Look, I ya, bash ya skull
Fucky Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about and never get to it
the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady about your East and your West side
But you in it when it comes to the homicide
better get up off that bullshit quick
Caught up in the gettin way too slick
See em at the shows to rock they shit off
Gettin they fucked up cause they block is soft
As for terror, I the best of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin off indo trees
About to murder label's but mercy us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the
Droppin to zero with flatlines
Kill your entourage off with just 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 that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for era it's
My to shine and I'm still payin dues
And be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you but the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal,
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol
I seen the shades and the suedes from Pah
But hold up do you who I are?
The M-A-Double, you trouble you got it the spot is on
You it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome 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.
I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, MC's Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin
I drop noise employs the unbelievable
Recline like hairline, crime speaks fine
with a nine pull line blind mines up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, metabolism splits
I rock so many broads I leave entourage tender
Like mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical for four quarters
raw water turn to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you
So I double dare to bust you in your bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in
dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions,
Shuttin down national state buildings with ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot
Creepin on MC's like in army fatigues
Def representer
Hit yo' ass up the bottom when you enter

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

Aiyyo, you just heard the of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, the ruckus, the Def Squad
Next up is the 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
I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and bitches be me
I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the
I'm dangerous
I'm well known like Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so call me on my mobile
I'm great distance like
I like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I Them All like 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 fucks up the underground (no doubt)
I'm comin thorough a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marl who's the real Future Flavors
My I freak seven days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical
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 certain
they use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack, fade and never come back

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

If you more information look listen and read
I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to control of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain like people
My music will the population like black people
my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in lik shorts
Let's get the cream so we can move up in this fortress
to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch
We represent the ultimate unit for the
Flipmode Squad bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a wanna get down
Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit
Alcohol tobacco and is how we movin
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz
I don't know who the fuck you think you foolin
so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin
From conversation the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real
Lay you on your face while I you up your head with the holy cross
niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you see this
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen
Big ups to Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas
Redman and the
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 whole entire ninety-six SO TUNED!!!

Flipmode COMPLETELY inside that ass
Def Squad,