Luyện nghe bài hát Glide

Yo, Inspectah track
your back Yo

A of a wreckage
50 shell hot track leaking out the
hot, Cyclops, cyborg boulders
Call shop of horrors, Lyric smoking in my holster
Whip and boil, hurricane the holler
Daily operation, train tingle farther
8 seconds a your style wild buccaneer
Round table around ten musketeer
Think you, got all the
you poli with bitches
You could run the fuck opponent, with the glitches
The swiftness, hit the spots that are
Shake the ground decent, 3 sticks of dyno

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

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

Today's day, The bomb gets dropped on
Human civilization in concert treble concentration
Replacement amps blown, Speaker
The Mad seduction corruption
From The brain cells
Its sucker season. fuck treason
Blast as you trespass, enters your mouth and exits your ass
Impregnate the math, then birth to a newborn
of speech drew form, with 8 arms
Napalms, stages you perform on dominate
face, abominate, sling crack behind the black high gate
The fades the hearts of men
Slip the in
Off the hook like sales condone over the phone

Danger
Bozzy Capone alone, in a terradome
With a cannon, bones cerebral swollen
Straight ways scanning
All you roaches lay down I spray the brain
Bring the banners, the gamma ray
Gain up the same data,
a dark part where D and you used to play all day
The ray sound you, You kung fu check the cleaner
From fire I gun you for fun
Dial
tore down the tunnel son
1-2 Check fronts
Captain Crunch, munch on you for
You drunk, bald headed monk
Top bunk, chunk your trunk full of
Buffer and bump stop me
a scum sucking muthafuckas,
Ducking my shit luckily

Other emcees made a big
on the mic that's truly great
What? how you want it fried or
I place in through the heart of a snake
Sceam at mapps, take what we can
Til the day we die, meet the pearly
Golden Arms strong, I'm holding weight

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