Luyện nghe bài hát Hell On Earth (front Lines)

Yo, the begins, beget war
I draw first 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 in full force
My team'll go at your source
We're not tourists, hit bosses and hostage

Your whole setup, from the ground up we shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your
Switch to killer instincts for 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 time for patient, or
Let's get it done right, my airtight

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

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 tell you it's right 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 right in front of your eyes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo it's on earth, who's 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speakers leakin' out sound and niggaz leakin' on the
I could truly care less the God 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 stay on point never diss
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