Luyện nghe bài hát Grid Iron Rap

I silver the city circuits forever lurkin' on the street surface
I blood for blood verses
Grands man divided, we still stand, land
One man'll slam Def Jam

Focus your zoom in, with radio tune in
I know listenin', so I keep showin' and provin'
Play the sideline, waitin' for the right time to take
Street crime, and dime rhyme

Fuck a peace talk let the gun spark, on the streets of New
I Shaolin through the city asphault
(Fed up)
Hold your head up, I'm the block, keep your eyes up
up, before you get sized up
(Tied up)

Play no games, speakin' on my
You a clipful from close range
in your pocket
Take the loose

Punch the data in mainframe, you want it all
I want the thang, strive to maintain, live out my name
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, nuttin' changed
the same way I came, bringin' motherfuckin' pain

Killa Hill Projects, high street intellect
Let's connect, blow your headset, a mic check
Ring the underground, pocket full of sound
Ashes to ashes, niggaz goin' down

Yo, eat shit and die slow, battle ground no
You goin, down, y'all niggaz fuck
Shittin' where you sleepin', so my proposal
Came indecent, beef from the butcher sink teeth in

Fuck what you in, you real fake
Fishin' in the lake
Eatin' off the cake
You

Who got that ready cooked, synthetic look, actin'
Betty shook worm, to shake the hook
As the world nigga burn
Once again the

Rub it in your skin, it's Lubriderm
Time took to write
The war will be by the righteous
Who stand criticized, by his alikeness

is the jewel, and it's priceless
Real like them Rahway
Nuttin' but time on my
Observe the sands in the hourglass

fast in this savage land
Haulin' ass, of thunder
road rad, your days are numbered
What RZA put together, let no man asunder
(Motherfucker)

This is P L O, killa hill flow, but you hear me though
Live in stereo, pump it loud until your blow
slang pro, sling rap to cashflow
Keep it live from the intro until the

Killa Hill Projects, tech street intellect
connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check
Ring the underground, pocket full of sound
to ashes, y'all niggaz goin' down

I'm on a suicide run, y'all know the outcome
Razor sharp leave scars in your eardrum
Forty five bar seminar ghetto rap
like water rats through the Staten Resevoir

Swingin' swords cut your mic cords, snatch your rap
cats, fuckin' up the game, that's why I crash boards
Drape floors while you Jordan, keep on yours
Hardcore somethin' that my niggaz is dyin' for

Snap neck and the dopefiend, Gobol 13
Professionals we things, say no more
my dogs at the resevoir
Gourmet special of the day is Souflee

Pusher gotta pay and the games people
John Jay back around the way Fish
Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch hit the
For bomb niggaz in the P J

To cling on, bring on the good
To key on hook rhymes, beyond your thinkin'
For eons I been here, to shine on the mind
Tell you the last time, year of the grimy nigga
Ragtime, bad sign,