Luyện nghe bài hát Hell On Earth (front Lines)

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

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

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

strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate my team'll like, radiation
With no for patient, or complication
Let's get it right, my click airtight

Trapped in a never ending gunfight so lose stripes
Or life, jail niggaz sendin' kites to the street
some beef that wasn't 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, who's next or gonna be
The projects is front lines and the enemy is one
I ain't gotta tell you it's right in of your eyes

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

We wreck the QBC, nigga rep 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 parts to start shit
Never hesitant, it's the crack 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 robbin' me better body me
it's a small world and niggaz, talkin' like bitches
Bitches singin' like snitches, you out in pictures

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heavily around my throat, I play
Shit brand new, back in the same 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 for so long, it needs to empty
The why it full for so long, cause I don't waste shit
You hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it

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

Along with that, I your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryin' to make and that's that
it takes however it gots to go down
Four mikes on a motherfuckin' four pound

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

Sometimes I myself see if I still got it
A live stay on point never diss
Regard shit or the essence, from which I emerged
P is sick, so save bullshit for the burbs

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