Luyện nghe bài hát Grid Iron Rap

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

your headcam 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
Street crime, nickel and dime

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Knowledge is the jewel, and it's
like them Rahway Lifers
Nuttin' but time on my
Observe the black sands in the

Fallin' fast in this land
Haulin' ass, of thunder
road rad, your 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, sling rap to
it live from the intro until the outro

Killa Hill Projects, high tech street
connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check
Ring around the underground, full of sound
Ashes to ashes, niggaz goin' down

I'm on a run, y'all niggaz know the outcome
Razor sharp tongue leave scars in eardrum
Forty five bar seminar ghetto rap
Slide like rats through the Staten Resevoir

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

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

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

To cling on, on the good times
To key on hook rhymes, that's beyond thinkin'
For eons I here, to shine on the black mind
Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy
Ragtime, bad sign,