Luyện nghe bài hát Hell On Earth (front Lines)

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

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

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

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

Trapped in a never gunfight so niggaz lose stripes
Or lose life, jail niggaz sendin' kites to the
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, 'em off
done, Meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head
Travel all the way to your 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 you it's right in front of your eyes

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

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

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

Either me go against the grain you better hit me
me or robbin' me niggaz better body 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
the better then concentrate on gettin' chedda
If shorty set you up you better dead her, I you

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

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

Walk the like, around the way cops the average pitstop
QBCity GodFather 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 right in front of your eyes

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

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

Shut down your operation, closed for
Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like
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 bent G, don't me
I had full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste
You hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it

Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world
I hear claimin' 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 with that, I ain't your cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryin' to Cream and that's that
Whatever it takes it gots to go down
mikes on stage a motherfuckin' four pound

Speakers leakin' out and niggaz 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 used to be a stickup artist

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

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