Luyện nghe bài hát Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the
Here to your whole scene and your motherfuckin team
'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for
For me the master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya
Fucky Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and get to it
Fuck the yappin, be to it, do it
Steady scream your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the
Niggaz get up off that bullshit quick
up in the limelight gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to they shit off
Gettin they peeps fucked up cause block is soft
As for terror, I the best of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo
About to label's jerkin but mercy us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the
degrees to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off just one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... one rhyme
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 still dues
And I'ma be famous on rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but the it's
up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I a long
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol
I the shades 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 it it's hot up in your dome
Peace the chrome piece that I pack
fuck around 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 time, giving MC's Knots Landing
Duck, to fuckin Merkatroid
I noise that employs the unbelievable
like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
with a nine pull blind keep mines up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, metabolism 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 to click triggers
in alphabetical order for four quarters
raw water turn to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in your bear, coat
cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do mics up in this rodeo
My roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin national 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 when you enter

Hey yo once a crack head, a tack head
You no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex drugs and violence, balance the of reality
Y'all want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced
ain't shit to me (word up)
You stupid always got somethin smart to say
And can't even spell TWA
My crew is like pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)
Jump out and get it on then and there (whassup whassup??)
is pussy and ways and actions show it
Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't 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 heard the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, the ruckus, the Def Squad
up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring the Last Boy Scout
Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta

Two one two, I'm living life as a MC
When I up in your 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 like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so call me on my mobile
I'm great like AT&T
I like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I Fades Them All like my man G
Whip a nigga ass for
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 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 where it hurt, expert
who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)
a hundred percent, I gets down I invent
Rap artists be to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the to make a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and come back

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

If you want more information look listen and
I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, my Johnny Apple-seed
slave grip on your brain like white people
My music dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner
I on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the smokin drinkin mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in lik shorts
Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this
to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate for the nine-season
Flipmode will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic make a nigga wanna get down
Till they come through the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol tobacco and is how we movin
Raw rapid flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin
I don't know who the fuck you really think you
You're so far from up to par and your shit improvin
From your conversation the way you come across your is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real
Lay you on your face 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 some school for the blind by Keller
Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Dwellas
and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray days and bad weathers
But still we travel the like National Lampoon
Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!

Flipmode getting inside that ass
Def Squad,