Luyện nghe bài hát Grid Iron Rap

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

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

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

Play no games, on my name
You a clipful from close range
in your pocket
Take the change

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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