Luyện nghe bài hát Glide

Yo, Inspectah Deck
break your Yo

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

My administration the population
the next generation by artificial insemination
Contaminate stations, for music in the
Concentration camps, for industry domination
Abomination, The Competition and confrontation you
I'm a nuclear bomb evasion
Extermination of the next man, the Germans blazing
We burn this for occasions, regardless I see your
your sweatin,
I cassette deck and your selection for air time
a hole through your brain so you can think with a clear mind
A redesign? of hard rhyme, and slang cracking in spare

Crime
We with the undisputed, routin toutin
21 gun solutin, new
Wu-Tang, slang your unit
Put us in your deck, yo, improvement
Smash and the shit, I'm doper than math
That you level through the devil
And surpass
The stakes is hot, like bullet snatch
And hot
operational gats mmhmm
The uncanny, vilagialaty man
Crock, took by the of the candy man
Look, now you caught up in the
Rap Tight and my appetite

Today's day, The gets dropped on America
Human in concert treble concentration camps
Replacement amps blown, Speaker
The Mad weed corruption
From The brain cells
Its sucker duck season. treason
as you trespass, bullet enters your mouth and exits your ass
Impregnate the math, give birth to a newborn
Figure of speech drew form, 8 arms
Napalms, collapses stages you perform on
Drama face, abominate, crack behind the black high gate
The nine the hearts of men
the cartridge in
Off the hook like telemarketing sales 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
the banners, the green gamma ray
Gain up the same data,
Then a dark part D and you used to play all day
The ray sound stung you, You fu check the cleaner
From line I gun you for fun
9-1-1
Someone tore down the son
1-2 Check your
Captain Crunch, munch on you for
You punchbag drunk, bald monk
Top bunk, your trunk full of junk
Buffer and stop humping me
a scum sucking muthafuckas,
Ducking my just luckily

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

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