Luyện nghe bài hát Grid Iron Rap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Knowledge is the jewel, and priceless
like them Rahway Lifers
Nuttin' but time on my
Observe the sands in the hourglass

Fallin' fast in savage land
Haulin' ass, of thunder
It's road rad, your are numbered
What RZA put together, let no man asunder
(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, sling rap to
Keep it live from the intro the outro

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

I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz the outcome
Razor tongue leave scars in your eardrum
five bar seminar ghetto rap star
Slide like water rats through the Resevoir

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

Snap neck and the dopefiend, Gobol 13
Professionals we know things, say no
my dogs at the resevoir
Gourmet special of the day is nigga

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

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