Luyện nghe bài hát Hell On Earth (front Lines)

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

Here come the deez tryin' to make
And toss in full force
My go at your main source
not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage

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

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

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

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

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

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

Articulate, hittin' parts to start shiftin' shit
hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited
Summon rasta we can do this, infinite
Then reminisce, years later how we was gettin' it

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo it's 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 right in front of your

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

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

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

Heavily around my throat, I don't
Shit new, back in eighty-nine the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but
The Semper Fi shit, no man can go me

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

as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what black, the issue
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
it takes however it gots to go down
Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin' four

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

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

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