Luyện nghe bài hát Grid Iron Rap

I silver surf the city circuits forever lurkin' on the street
I spit for blood verses
Grands man divided, we stand, conquer land
One body slam Def Jam

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

Fuck a talk let the gun spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin Strut through the asphault
(Fed up)
Hold your head up, I'm circlin' the block, keep your up
Wise up, you get sized up
(Tied up)

no games, speakin' on my name
You catch a clipful from close
in your pocket
Take the change

Punch the in your mainframe, you want it all
I want the same thang, to maintain, live out my name
to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin' changed
Leave the same way I came, bringin' motherfuckin'

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

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

Fuck what you believe in, you real
Fishin' in the same
off the same cake
You

Who got that ready cooked, synthetic look, crook
Betty worm, tryin' to shake the hook
As the world turn nigga
Once again the

Rub it in your skin, like it's
Time took to this
The war be fought by the righteous
Who criticized, by his un-A alikeness

is the jewel, and it's priceless
Real them Rahway Lifers
but time on my hands
Observe the black in the hourglass

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

This is P L O, killa hill flow, but you don't me though
Live in stereo, pump it loud until your blow
Ghettio slang pro, sling rap to
Keep it from the intro until the outro

Killa Projects, high tech street intellect
Let's connect, blow headset, fuck a mic check
Ring around the underground, pocket of sound
Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin'

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

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

Snap your and the dopefiend, Gobol 13
Professionals we things, say no more
Check my dogs at the
Gourmet special of the day is nigga

Pusher gotta pay and the games play
John Jay around the way Fish Filet
Mr. DJ, it up a notch hit the replay
For dirt bomb in the P J

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