Luyện nghe bài hát Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Taking you to the terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you 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 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
Fuck the yappin, be to it, do it
Steady scream about your and your West side
But you in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that quick
Caught up in the limelight gettin way too
See em at the bout to rock they shit off
Gettin they peeps fucked up cause block is soft
As for terror, I the best of MC's
Look, Mally G trippin off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin but us
Def Squad prophesize like the Perseus
Droppin to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off just one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... one rhyme
I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get this
Terrorist, lyricist, for era it's
My time to shine and I'm payin dues
And I'ma be on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but the real
tight up in the struggle 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 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 fuck around and catch a Mack to your

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 Landing
Duck, heavens to Merkatroid
I drop noise that the unbelievable
like 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 your entourage
Like bartenders mix
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for quarters
raw water sons to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I trouble where, you sleep
So I double dare to you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in
MC's dosey do your up in this rodeo
My roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down state buildings with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot
on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
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 you talk is dead
As sex and violence, balance 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 niggaz always got smart to say
And probably can't 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 show it
Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even 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 just the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, is Howard Cossell
up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
Lord Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta

Two one two, I'm living as a rugged MC
When I up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.
and bitches be eyein me
I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin out the frame
I'm dangerous
I'm well known like Keith and my boy Reggie Noble
get gassed, so they call me on my mobile
I'm distance like AT&T
I stroke a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I Fades All like my man Mally G
Whip a ass for free
And makin sure he see of me
Rampage the talk of the
The of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)
I'm thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl the real Future Flavors
My technique I seven days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum
I'm hittin brothers 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 to a certain extent
Sometimes use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and never come

For now and forever, the, evil that men do
Mental, my inner Winter
froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I collapse major
Straights and minds
splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop lugers
Illegal, maybe Lethal, like
blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, the nine-six
For you mindless, I smack spineless
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 chinas, opiuMC grinders
My dust, these I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm
Papers viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault
My Flipmode niggaz, we're like guerillas

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

Flipmode getting inside that ass
Def Squad,