Luyện nghe bài hát Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Taking you to the other terrain, we strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole and your motherfuckin team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you 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 trying to take a fall
Niggaz about killin and never get to it
Fuck the yappin, be to it, do it
Steady scream about East and your West side
But you in it when it comes to the homicide
better get up off that bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight way too slick
See em at the shows to rock 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 murder label's but mercy us
Def niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
Droppin degrees to zero with
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 wish that you get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for era it's
My time to and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news,
I only tell you nothin but the it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal,
Niggaz act so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, the same ol song
I seen the shades and the from afar Pah
But hold up do you who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the is on
You blot it I got it shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome piece I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a to your back

Who the I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my P.I.
Oops I lie, I got a cannon 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 line blind keep mines up my sleeve
you start to quiver, splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave entourage tender
bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for quarters
raw water sons to grandaughters
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 em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin national state buildings with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot
Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army
Def representer
Hit yo' ass up from the when you enter

Hey yo once a crack head, a tack head
You have no craftibility all that shit you is dead
As sex drugs and violence, balance the of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass deliciously
ain't shit to me (word up)
You niggaz always got somethin smart to say
And probably can't even TWA
My crew is like police pull up and park (ERRRRR)
Jump out and get it on then and there (whassup whassup??)
Niggaz is and ways and actions show it
Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah your life)
Act trife I'll let my dog 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
up to the ring Rampage the Last 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.
Niggaz and bitches be me
I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the
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 like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I Fades Them All like my man G
Whip a 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 like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley who's the real Future Flavors
My I freak seven days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Leap
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical
Those who got no publishing they need to get (no doubt)
a hundred percent, I gets what I invent
Rap artists be to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to make a
That shit is wack, fade away and never come

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

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 your set cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain white people
My music will dominate the population black people
Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner
I on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts
For sports to chickenheads in botty lik shorts
Let's get the so that we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and exotic portraits
Here we go again, another when I get on
Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get
they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we
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 needs improvin
From your conversation the way you come across shit is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the force
Lay you on your face while I you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see
I recommend some school for the blind by Keller
Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella
and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world National Lampoon
It's Busta Rhymes for the whole ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!

Flipmode COMPLETELY getting that ass
Def Squad,