Luyện nghe bài hát Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Taking you to the other terrain, we mash for the cream
Here to your whole scene and your motherfuckin team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I you heard of me
You know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the microphone
Look, I ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about and never get to it
the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about East and your West side
But you in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight gettin way too
See em at the shows bout to they shit off
Gettin peeps fucked up cause they block is soft
As for terror, I the best of MC's
Look, little G trippin off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin but us
Def Squad niggaz like the Perseus
Droppin degrees to zero with
Kill your whole entourage off with just one
One rhyme... one rhyme... one rhyme
I don't give a I kill em with just one rhyme
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for era it's
My to shine 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 fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a
tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
I seen the and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up do you know who I
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 with the chrome piece I pack
Remember around and catch 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 prime time, giving MC's Landing
Duck, to fuckin Merkatroid
I drop noise that the unbelievable
like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
with a pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, metabolism rivers
I rock so many I leave your entourage tender
Like mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four
raw turn 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 do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions,
Shuttin down national state buildings with high
Funk Doc to the spot
Creepin on MC's like in army fatigues
Def representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom you enter

Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack
You no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex and violence, balance the scales of reality
Y'all don't 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 pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)
Jump out and get it on right and there (whassup whassup??)
Niggaz is pussy and ways and show it
Most of y'all niggaz dead, and even know it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck life)
Act trife I'll let my dog fuck your wife

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

Two one two, I'm life 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 known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my
I'm great like AT&T
I stroke like a butterfly, like a bee
Yo I Them All like my man Mally G
Whip a nigga ass for
And makin he see visions of me
Rampage the of the town
The stalker of New York fucks up the underground (no doubt)
I'm comin thorough like a of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl who's the Future Flavors
My technique I freak days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Leap
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical
who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)
a hundred percent, I gets what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a certain
they use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and come back

For now and forever, it's the, that men do
Mental, my center Winter
froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I collapse major
Straights and lose
You're two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like
Illegal, maybe Lethal, Gibson's
blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut C-Sections, infestin the nine-six
For you mindless, niggaz I smack
Or lay like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh
Corrupt minors, like New York City's finest
lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your
Crush like chinas, grinders
My dust, these rhymers I hijack airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm
Papers stay like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we're Afghanistan 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 your set cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny
Mental slave grip on your brain like white
My music will dominate the like black people
Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all
Hold the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts
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
we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Armstrong
We represent the ultimate for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get
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 don't who the fuck you really think you foolin
You're so far from up to par and your shit 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 head with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin off to the of the Lost
If you see this
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen
Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, and the Cella Dwellas
Redman and the
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny and bad weathers
But still we travel the world National Lampoon
Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!

Flipmode getting inside that ass
Def Squad,