Luyện nghe bài hát Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Taking you to the terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your scene and your motherfuckin team
'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You probably know bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for
For me the microphone
Look, I ya, bash ya skull
with Mally G if you're trying 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 side
But you ain't in it when it to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off bullshit quick
Caught up in the gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to they shit off
Gettin they peeps up cause they block is soft
As for terror, I the best of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin off indo trees
to murder label's jerkin but mercy us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the
Droppin degrees to zero with
Kill your whole entourage off just one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... just one
I don't give a I kill 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 payin dues
And be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I tell you nothin 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 ol song
I seen the shades and the suedes afar Pah
But up do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then it it's hot up in your dome
with the chrome piece that I pack
Remember fuck and catch a Mack 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 time, giving MC's Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin
I drop noise employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks
with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve
you to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I so many broads I leave your entourage tender
Like 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 water turn sons to
Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring where, you sleep
So I double to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in
MC's dosey do your up in this rodeo
My star em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot
on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom you enter

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

Aiyyo, you just the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Cossell
First up to the ring the Last Boy Scout
Lord Have 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.
Niggaz and bitches be me
I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the
Because I'm
I'm well known like Keith 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
Whip a nigga ass for
And sure he see visions of me
Rampage the of the town
The stalker of New that fucks up the underground (no doubt)
I'm comin thorough a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marl who's the real Future Flavors
My technique I freak seven a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Leap
I'm brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)
a hundred percent, I gets down I invent
Rap be dying to a certain extent
they 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 center Winter
froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, I collapse your major
and lose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for losers
My maneuvers, like lugers
Illegal, maybe Lethal, Gibson's
Splittin blessings, with Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the
For you mindless, niggaz I smack
Or lay back like recliners, as inject
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors, New York City's finest
lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your
Crush like chinas, grinders
My dust, rhymers I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm
stay viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault
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 set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave on your brain like white people
My will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to execersize my thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad
For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik
get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase portraits
Here we go again, another phenomenon I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch
We represent the ultimate for the nine-season
Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample a nigga wanna get down
Till they come like the ATF and shut your shit down
tobacco and firearms is how we movin
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz
I don't know who the fuck you really think you
so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin
From your conversation the way you come across your is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you about to the real force
Lay you on face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic blastin 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 Dwellas
and the Rockafellas
Big ups to G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like National
It's Busta Rhymes for the whole ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!

Flipmode getting inside that ass
Def Squad,