Luyện nghe bài hát Grid Iron Rap

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

Focus your headcam in, with radio tune in
I know you're listenin', so I keep and provin'
Play the sideline, waitin' for the right to take mine
Street crime, nickel and dime

a peace 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)

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

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

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

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

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

Who got that ready cooked, synthetic look, crook
Betty shook worm, tryin' to shake the
As the world turn burn
again the supersperm

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

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

Fallin' fast in this land
ass, days of thunder
It's road rad, days are numbered
What RZA put together, let no man tear
(Motherfucker)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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