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, conquer
One man'll slam Def Jam

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, eat and die slow, battle ground no survival
You goin, down, y'all niggaz fuck
Shittin' where you sleepin', so my proposal
Came indecent, beef from the sink your 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, actin'
shook worm, tryin' to shake the hook
As the world turn burn
Once the supersperm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

gotta pay and the games people 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 cling on, bring on the times
To key on hook rhymes, that's your thinkin'
For eons I been here, to shine on the mind
Tell you the last time, year of the grimy nigga
Ragtime, bad sign,