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 motherfuckin team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you of me
You probably know some niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and all we need for disaster
For me the master
Look, I ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk killin and never get to it
the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream your East and your West side
But you in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz get up off that bullshit quick
Caught up in the gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to rock they off
Gettin they peeps fucked up cause 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 niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
Droppin degrees to with flatlines
Kill your whole 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 time to shine and I'm still payin
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 tryin to get this fuckin meal,
Niggaz act shifty so I a long
three tri chrome, it's the same ol song
I seen the shades and the suedes from Pah
But hold up do you know who I
The M-A-Double, you trouble 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 and catch a Mack to your back

Who the fuck I be I, you see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my P.I.
Oops I lie, I got a bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, MC's Knots Landing
Duck, to fuckin Merkatroid
I drop noise employs the unbelievable
Recline receding hairline, crime speaks fine
with a pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave entourage tender
bartenders mix liquor
I you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
in alphabetical order for four quarters
raw water turn sons to
Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you
So I double dare to bust you in bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause in Tokyo
MC's do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions,
Shuttin national state buildings with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the freeze
Creepin on like Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad
Hit yo' ass up the bottom when you enter

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

Aiyyo, you heard the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy
Lord Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Rhymes

Two one two, I'm living life as a 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
Because I'm
I'm well like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my
I'm great like AT&T
I like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I Fades Them All like my man G
a nigga ass for free
And makin sure he see of me
Rampage the of the town
The stalker of New York that 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 seven days a
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, expert
Those who got no publishing they need to get (no doubt)
a percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a extent
Sometimes they use the underground to a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and never come

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

If you want more look listen and read
While I sit and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of your set like control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain like people
My music dominate the population like black people
Utilize my to execersize my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts drinkin mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik
Let's get the cream so that we can up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase portraits
Here we go again, phenomenon when I get on
Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get
Till they come through like the ATF and your shit down
Alcohol and firearms is how we movin
Raw rapid fire flows while the keeps you niggaz groovin
I know who the fuck you really think you foolin
You're so far from up to par and shit needs improvin
From your 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 beat you up head with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz off to the Land of the Lost
If you see this
I some school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Dwellas
Redman and the
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray days and bad weathers
But still we travel the like National Lampoon
It's Busta Rhymes for the entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!

Flipmode COMPLETELY getting that ass
Def Squad,