Luyện nghe bài hát Hell on Earth

Yo, the saga begins, war
I draw blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all lay down laws
We takin' yours we do jerks rush the doors

Here come the tryin' to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main
We're not tourists, hit bosses and take
Your setup, from the ground up we lock shit

Blood flood your eye, fuck up optics
Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop
Yo nigga, what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in
Ninety six strike with more hot shit

Illuminate my team'll like, radiation
With no time for patient, or
Let's get it done right, my click
Trapped in a never gunfight so niggaz lose stripes

Or lose life, jail niggaz kites to the street
Over beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish 'em off
Well done meat, that said slug to your head
Travel all the way down to leg

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose next or be first
The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one
I ain't gotta tell you it's in front of your eyes

it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first
The is front lines, and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you it's right in of your eyes

We the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love
Milli down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe adapt to gat sound
And bow down, the fuck up, see how my foul now

Articulate, hittin' body parts to shiftin' shit
Never hesitant, it's the game unlimited
Summon we can do this, forever infinite
Then reminesce, twenty years how we was gettin' it

Either with me go the grain you better hit me
Leggin' me or robbin' me niggaz body me
'Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin' bitches
singin' like snitches, pointin' you out in pictures

'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, hatin' me
All that bullshit, is makin' me
More the better, then on gettin' chedda
If set you up you better dead her, I told you

and mold you, sun you, then I hold you
Like a mind control you double edge blow you
be I, like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal
International to local, Bacardi mix fix

Hit you with shit, that'll leave a nigga stiff
Probably thick, son I 'em
Pulled him in my world then him to chaos

Walk the beat like, around the way cops the pitstop
QBCity part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose next or be first
The is front lines, and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your

Yo, the heavy king hold big shit, with spare clips
You clips when the mac spit your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes close his
off his lights switch to darkness, 'cause deep in the abyss

Is street life, on my kicks, shit on my knife
the wild child, kid cold turnin' men into mice
I was born to power leave my mark on this planet
The of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded

Shut your operation, closed for business
Leave a taste in your mouth, like Guinness
POW niggaz is MIA
We move the special forces, green beret

around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the way
The God P with a limp see, but simply
To shit, no man can go against me

Test me you must be bent G, don't me
I had this full clip for so long, it to empty
The reason why it full for so long, 'cause I waste shit
You properly hit, in your mouth, so you could taste it

as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs, claimin' they gonna rob the Mobb
they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take this

with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm to make cream and that's that
Whatever it takes however it to go down
Four mikes on stage a four pound

Speakers leakin' out sound and niggaz leakin' on the
I could truely care the God will get his
Regardless blow for blow let's out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup

Sometimes I myself see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point diss
Regard shit or forget the essence, from I emerged

P is sick, so that bullshit for the burbs
up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin' in herds
We flush through your get purged