Luyện nghe bài hát Grid Iron Rap

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

Focus your headcam in, with radio tune in
I you're listenin', so I keep showin' and provin'
Play the sideline, waitin' for the right time to take
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 your head up, I'm circlin' the block, your eyes up
Wise up, you get sized up
(Tied up)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rub it in your skin, like Lubriderm
Time 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
but time on my hands
Observe the black in the hourglass

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

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

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

I'm on a suicide run, niggaz know the outcome
Razor sharp tongue leave in your eardrum
Forty five bar seminar ghetto rap
Slide like water 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 while you Jordan, keep on tryin' yours
Hardcore somethin' that my street niggaz is for

your neck and the dopefiend, Gobol 13
Professionals we know things, say no
Check my at the resevoir
Gourmet special of the day is Souflee

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

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