Luyện nghe bài hát Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Taking you to the other terrain, we mash for the cream
Here to kill your whole and your motherfuckin team
'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You probably some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for
For me the master
Look, I ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to a fall
talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck the yappin, be to it, do it
Steady scream about your and your West side
But you ain't in it it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that quick
Caught up in the limelight way too slick
See em at the shows bout to rock shit off
Gettin peeps fucked up cause they 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 niggaz prophesize like the
Droppin degrees to zero flatlines
Kill your entourage off with just one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... one rhyme
I don't give a fuck I kill em with one rhyme
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era
My time to shine and I'm still dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news,
I only tell you nothin but the real
tight up in the struggle to get this fuckin meal, why?
act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the ol song
I seen the and the suedes from 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 shot it it's hot up in your
Peace with the piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and 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 bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm time, giving MC's Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin
I noise that employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks
with a nine pull line blind mines up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, splits rivers
I rock so many I leave your entourage tender
Like bartenders mix
I you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four
raw water turn to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I trouble where, you sleep
So I dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause in Tokyo
MC's dosey do mics up in this rodeo
My star em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state with high ceilings
Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army
Def representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom you enter

Hey yo once a crack head, a tack head
You have no all that shit you talk is dead
As sex drugs and violence, balance the of reality
don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz shit to me (word up)
You stupid niggaz always got somethin to say
And probably can't spell 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 life (word up, yeah fuck life)
Act trife let my dog cold fuck your wife

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

Two one two, I'm living as a rugged MC
When I step up in jam yo I'm V.I.P.
and bitches be eyein me
I'm spontaneous, I'm brothers 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 great like AT&T
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 talk of the
The stalker of New that fucks up the underground (no doubt)
I'm thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley who's the real Future Flavors
My technique I freak seven days a
I'm undefeated, you can see my Leap
I'm hittin brothers it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no publishing they to get jerked (no doubt)
a percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap be dying to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to a comeback
That is wack, fade away and never come back

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

If you want information look listen and read
While I sit and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of set like cruise control speed
my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your like white people
My music will dominate the population black people
Utilize my efforts to my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all
Hold down the forts drinkin mad quarts
For talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts
Let's get the cream so that we can move up in fortress
Bounce to art and purchase exotic portraits
we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my named Stretch Armstrong
We the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a wanna get down
Till they come through like the ATF and your shit down
tobacco and firearms is how we movin
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz
I know who the fuck you really think you foolin
You're so far from up to par and your shit needs
From your the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real
Lay you on your while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz off to the Land of the Lost
If you see this
I recommend school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups to Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella 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 entire SO STAY TUNED!!!

Flipmode getting inside that ass
Def Squad,