Luyện nghe bài hát Hell on Earth

Yo, the begins, beget war
I first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay laws
We takin' what's 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 source
not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage
Your setup, from the ground up we lock shit

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

Illuminate my team'll like, radiation
no time for patient, or complication
Let's get it done right, my airtight
Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz 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 twenty-two slug to head
all the way down to your leg

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

Aiyyo it's on earth, whose next or gonna be first
The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one
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, body parts to start shiftin' shit
Never hesitant, the crack game unlimited
Summon rasta we can do this, forever
Then reminesce, twenty later how we was gettin' it

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

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

and mold you, sun you, then I hold you
Like a pimp mind control you double edge you
It'll be I, like I'm to, the click is coastal
to local, Bacardi mix physically fix

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

Walk the beat like, the way cops the average pitstop
QBCity Godfather III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, rest in peace

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

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

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

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

around my throat, I don't play
Shit new, back in eighty-nine, the same 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, tempt me
I had full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The why it full for so long, 'cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit, blood in mouth, so you could taste it

Quiet as kept, I lay and watch the world spin
I hear thugs, that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the
It's a deal, you rob me, you take this message

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

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

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

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