Luyện nghe bài hát Grid Iron Rap

I silver surf the city circuits forever on the street surface
I spit blood for verses
man divided, we still stand, conquer 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 time to take mine
crime, nickel and dime rhyme

Fuck a peace talk let the gun spark, on the of New York
I Shaolin Strut the city 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, on my name
You catch a clipful from close
Diggin' in pocket
Take the change

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, motherfuckin' pain

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

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

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

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

Rub it in skin, like it's Lubriderm
Time to write this
The war will be by the righteous
Who stand criticized, by his alikeness

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

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

This is P L O, killa flow, but you don't hear 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 Hill Projects, high tech street
Let's connect, your headset, fuck a mic check
around the underground, pocket full of sound
Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz down

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

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

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

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