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 jaws lay laws
We takin' yours we do jerks rush the doors

come the deez tryin' to make breeze
And guns toss in full
My team'll go at your main
We're not tourists, hit bosses and take

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

Ninety-six back with more hot shit
Illuminate my team'll like, radiation
no time for patient, or complication
Let's get it done right, my click

Trapped in a never ending gunfight so lose stripes
Or lose life, jail niggaz kites to the street
some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish 'em off
Well done, Meat, that said twenty-two to your head
Travel all the way down to leg

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, 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

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, who's 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, rep yours it's all love
Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip
Then down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my now

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

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

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

and mold you, son, you then I hold you
Like a mind control you double edge blow you
It'll be I like I'm to, the click is coastal

International to local, Bacardi mix fix
Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose stiff
thick, son I solved 'em
Pulled him in my then evolved him to chaos

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

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, 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 front of your

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

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

Shut down your operation, closed for
Leave a foul in your mouth, like Guinness
POW is found, MIA
We move like the special forces, 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
The Semper Fi shit, no man can go me

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

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

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

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

Sometimes I test myself see if I got it
A live nigga on point never diss
Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I
P is sick, so save that for the burbs

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