Luyện nghe bài hát Hell On Earth (front Lines)

Yo, the begins, beget war
I first 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 deez to make breeze
And guns toss in full
My team'll go at your source
not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage

Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock
Blood flood your eye, fuck up optics
Switch to killer for niggaz pop shit
Yo nigga Noyd what's the topic? pound we rocked in

Ninety-six strike with more hot shit
my team'll glow like, radiation
With no time for patient, or
get it done right, my click airtight

Trapped in a never ending so niggaz lose stripes
Or lose life, niggaz sendin' kites to the street
Over some beef that fully cooked, finish 'em off
Well done, Meat, that said twenty-two slug to your
Travel all the way down to leg

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

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

We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours all love
Milli stacked down, heavenly by hollow tip slug
Then down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my now

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

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

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

Shape and you, son, you then I hold you
a pimp mind control you double edge blow you
It'll be I like I'm supposed to, the click is

International to local, mix physically fix
Hit you shit, that'll leave a loose 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 GodFather Part III, Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface in peace

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

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

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

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

Heavily around my throat, I don't
Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine the way
The God P with a limp see, but simply
The Fi 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 don't shit
You properly hit, in your mouth, so you could taste it

Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the spin
I hear thugs that 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 this message

Along with that, I ain't your cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryin' to make Cream and that
Whatever it takes it gots to go down
Four on stage a motherfuckin' four pound

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

Sometimes I test see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point diss
Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I
P is sick, so save bullshit for the burbs

up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin' in herds
We flush through click get purged