Luyện nghe bài hát Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the
Here to kill your whole scene and motherfuckin team
'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You probably know some niggaz who wanna murder me
Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the master
Look, I crash ya, ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're to take a fall
Niggaz about killin and never get to it
the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West
But you ain't in it it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight way too slick
See em at the shows to rock they shit off
Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they is soft
As for terror, I sever the of MC's
Look, little Mally G off these indo trees
to murder label's jerkin but mercy us
Def Squad prophesize like the Perseus
degrees 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 em with just one rhyme
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with
Terrorist, lyricist, for era it's
My time to shine and I'm payin dues
And be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but the real
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this meal, why?
Niggaz act so I shift a long
three tri chrome, it's the same ol song
I seen the shades and the from afar Pah
But up do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the is on
You it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
with the chrome 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 cannon the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots
Duck, heavens to Merkatroid
I noise that employs the unbelievable
Recline receding hairline, crime speaks fine
with a nine pull line blind mines up my sleeve until
you to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave entourage tender
bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click
Manslaughter in order for four quarters
raw turn sons to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you
So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear,
Antidotes cause in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your up in this rodeo
My star em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings with high
Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in fatigues
Def Squad
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you

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

Aiyyo, you just heard the of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, the ruckus, the Def Squad
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring Rampage the Boy Scout
Have Mercy 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 wreckin out the frame
Because I'm
I'm well known 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 Fades Them All like my man G
a nigga ass for free
And sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the
The stalker of New that fucks up the underground (no doubt)
I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life
Ask Marley Marl who's the Future Flavors
My technique I freak days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Leap
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, expert
Those who got no publishing they to get jerked (no doubt)
a hundred percent, I gets down I invent
Rap artists be dying to a extent
Sometimes they use the underground to make a
That is wack, fade away and never come back

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

If you want more information listen and read
I sit back 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 Johnny
Mental slave grip on your brain white people
My music will dominate the population like black
Utilize my efforts to execersize my thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin mad quarts
For sports talk to in botty 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
Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a wanna get down
Till come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol tobacco and is how we movin
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you groovin
I don't know who the fuck you really think you
You're so far from up to par and shit needs improvin
From your conversation the way you across your shit is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you to feel the real force
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 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 Mally G, Keith sunny days and bad weathers
But still we the world like National Lampoon
It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire SO STAY TUNED!!!

Flipmode COMPLETELY getting that ass
Def Squad,