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 scene and your team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and all we need for disaster
For me the master
Look, I crash ya, ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and get to it
the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and West side
But you ain't in it when it to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that 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 sever the of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin off indo trees
About to label's jerkin but mercy us
Def niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
Droppin degrees to zero flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off just one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... just one
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 your era
My time to shine and I'm payin dues
And I'ma be 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,
act shifty so I shift a long
three tri chrome, it's the same ol song
I seen the shades and the suedes from 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 dome
with the chrome 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 cannon bout the size of Canyon
I'm prime time, giving Knots Landing
Duck, to fuckin Merkatroid
I drop noise that employs the
Recline receding hairline, crime speaks fine
a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, splits rivers
I so many broads I leave your entourage tender
Like bartenders mix
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 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 roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings with high
Funk Doc to the freeze
Creepin on MC's Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def representer
Hit yo' ass up from the when you enter

Hey yo a crack head, always a tack head
You have no craftibility all that you talk is dead
As sex and violence, balance the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced
Niggaz shit to me (word up)
You stupid niggaz always got smart to say
And probably even spell TWA
My is like police 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 dead, and don't even know it
And Def L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)
Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck wife

Aiyyo, you just the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, the ruckus, the Def Squad
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, is Howard Cossell
up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
Lord Have Mercy For, and the
Rhymes

Two one two, I'm living life as a 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 Murray and my boy Reggie
Chickenheads get gassed, so call me on my mobile
I'm great like AT&T
I stroke like a butterfly, sting a bee
Yo I Them All like my man Mally G
a nigga ass for free
And sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the
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 real Future
My technique I freak days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum
I'm brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no they need to get jerked (no doubt)
a hundred percent, I gets down I invent
Rap artists be dying to a certain
Sometimes they use the underground to make a
That is wack, fade away and never come back

For now and forever, the, evil that men do
Mental, my inner Winter
Frosted froze inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I your major
Straights and lose
You're two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop lugers
Illegal, Lethal, like Gibson's
Splittin blessings, with three
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
your minors, like New York City's finest
lineups, on LSD fust, in your sinus
like chinas, opiuMC 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 Flipmode niggaz, we're like guerillas

If you more 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
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny
Mental slave grip on your like white people
My music will dominate the like black people
Utilize my efforts to execersize my thoughts
I capitalize on my and various styles of all sorts
down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in lik shorts
Let's get the cream so that we can up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic
Here we go again, phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate for the nine-season
Flipmode will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get
Till they come through like the ATF and your shit down
Alcohol tobacco and is how we movin
Raw fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin
I don't know who the fuck you really you foolin
You're so far from up to par and your shit improvin
your conversation the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the force
Lay you on your 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 recommend some school for the blind by Keller
Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, and the Cella Dwellas
Redman and the
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad
But still we travel the world like National
Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!

Flipmode getting inside that ass
Def Squad,