Luyện nghe bài hát Grid Iron Rap

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

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

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

no games, speakin' on my name
You catch a clipful close range
in your pocket
Take the change

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

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

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

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

Who got that cooked, synthetic look, actin' crook
Betty worm, tryin' to shake the hook
As the world nigga burn
again the supersperm

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

Knowledge is the jewel, and priceless
Real like Rahway Lifers
but time on my hands
Observe the black in the hourglass

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

This is P L O, killa hill flow, but you hear me though
Live in stereo, pump it loud your speaker blow
Ghettio slang pro, sling rap to
it live from the intro until the outro

Killa Hill Projects, high street intellect
Let's connect, blow headset, fuck a mic check
around the underground, pocket full of sound
Ashes to ashes, y'all goin' 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 rats through the Staten

Swingin' swords cut your mic cords, your rap awards
Commercial cats, fuckin' up the game, why I crash 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
Check my at the resevoir
Gourmet special of the day is nigga

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

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