Luyện nghe bài hát Glide

Yo, Deck track
break your Yo

A message of a
50 shell hot track out the Lexus
Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg
Call of horrors, Lyric just smoking in my holster
Whip and boil, ?lugotan? hurricane the
Daily operation, bullet tingle farther
8 seconds a scar your style buccaneer
table revolve around ten musketeer
Think you, got all the
Think you poli with
You could run the opponent, gotten with the glitches
The swiftness, hit the spots that are
Shake the ground decent, like 3 sticks of

My administration deceive the
Start the generation by artificial insemination
stations, for music in the making
Concentration camps, Assassinate for industry
Abomination, The Competition and you mistaken
I'm a nuclear warhead bomb
Extermination of the next man, when the Germans
We burn this for occasions, regardless I see expiration
your sweatin,
I cassette deck and eject your for air time
Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a mind
A redesign? of hard rhyme, and slang in spare time

Crime
We rollin the undisputed, routin toutin
21 gun solutin, new
Wu-Tang, bang your unit
Put us in your deck, yo, improvement
Smash and blast the shit, I'm than math
makes you level through the devil
And surpass
The stakes is hot, like bullet pots
And hot
Fully operational gats
The uncanny, panty man
Crock, took by the hook of the man
Look, now you up in the suction
Rap Tight and my appetite

Today's day, The gets dropped on America
civilization in concert treble concentration camps
Replacement amps blown, Speaker
The Mad seduction corruption
From The brain cells
Its sucker duck season. treason
Blast as you trespass, bullet enters your and exits your ass
Impregnate the math, then birth to a newborn
Figure of speech form, with 8 arms
Napalms, collapses you perform on dominate
Drama face, abominate, sling crack behind the high gate
The nine fades the of men
Slip the in
Off the like telemarketing sales condone over the phone

Danger
Capone alone, in a terradome Stalon
With a great cannon, bones swollen
both ways scanning
All you roaches lay down I spray the damage
Bring the banners, the green ray
Gain up the same data,
Then a dark part D and you used to play all day
The ray sound stung you, You kung fu the cleaner
fire line I gun you for fun
Dial
Someone tore down the son
1-2 Check your
Captain Crunch, munch on you for
You punchbag drunk, bald headed
Top bunk, chunk your trunk full of
and bump stop humping me
Ruff a scum muthafuckas,
Ducking my just luckily

Other made a big mistake
Fronting on the mic truly great
What? how you it fried or baked
I place in right through the heart of a
Sceam at mapps, take what we can
Til the day we die, meet the gates
Golden Arms going strong, I'm holding

(Repeat)