Luyện nghe bài hát Grid Iron Rap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who got that ready cooked, synthetic look, crook
Betty shook worm, to shake the hook
As the turn nigga burn
Once the supersperm

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

Knowledge is the jewel, and priceless
Real like them Lifers
Nuttin' but on my hands
Observe the black in the hourglass

Fallin' in this savage land
Haulin' ass, days of
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 loud until speaker blow
Ghettio slang pro, rap to cashflow
Keep it from the intro until the outro

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

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

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

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

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

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