Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Ammunition

Heavy ammunition so I don't to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy so I don't have to dip so
(Pack Pistol Posse, some more pro shit)

I pack a rap that's the joint, I like to point the at domes
Of MC's who to be smoked up, like homegrown
Ism I get bizm, rhythm no bullshit
My rhymes rank like a tec-9 with a full clip

I'm funky as hell, since I rock the inch
And now fakes imitate, the great Elvis
Oh, goodness gracious, oh, gee wolly
I'm good googa booga good golly, Molly

I use a loaf of bread, a pint of milk, a of butter
To keep my weight up, to a sucker to the gutter
I my rhyme clip and kick like a fat gat
El, you got my back so where's your ass at?

I'll let loose to to freak the funk spunk, no punk
I'm doin' the funky chicken as I'm like a Shaolin monk
MC El Da with another one to bash ya
Lyric master, blastet, kick my faster

Best in my section, I'm fresher check the
Progress is progressin' as I'm buildin' on my
Hyperactive raps are gettin' super
With the rap acrobatical mass combatical

So, move over the style that's rippin'
Is comin' from the grand man is not slippin'
But I'm trippin', crippin romp stomp and
'Cause my style is flyer Neidermeyer

Hip hip hoorah, it out one two the
that I swing I won't front
Yo, I got the ammunition to your chest
So nigga don't 'cause my mouth is the tec
Kid, I kick the ill skill yo, did you
I bust caps with raps, packin' ammunition

ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Ya gotta excuse me, I was scheamin' on a cutie
And I knew it was my duty 'cause the honey had a
I up jumped the boogie, to the boogie the
I'm a hellafied nigga, you can call me TD

The black Raskal, with loot like Waldo
I make Oprah rhyme by throwin' chairs at
Rivera, I joke around like, Barbara
But mirror mirror, Tame is a

My hair got the knots, my name got the
I'm the coach of a rap 'cause I call the shots
Tamedy, I'm showin' the mad me
Damn style flam and T why? We family

Keep that real, I smoke buddha and steel
the rap deck 'cause this is the last deal
Good God, pah, give it to me check it
Bust it, it

Comin' back to cap, two with the fat
Intact to Tic-Tac, my style you can't a
Why? Let's see, I'm not ordinary, kind of impossible,
Brothers pop a lot of bull, to my loo, I'm never ever to do
Hot tamale, oh golly, I'm wicked with the

All of sneakers fo' the freaker of the speaker
for the bottoms and the highs for the tweeters
Sample from The Meters, check it how I the
Words pound for pound, ten ounces and the liters

I won't sniff Blow, even if you his name was Kurtis
My style can go through changes, from down to Turkish
So slippin' 'cause that ass I'll be kickin'
El Da Sensai, the heavy ammunition

Heavy ammunition so I don't to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Yeah, ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

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