Luyện nghe bài hát Hell On Earth (front Lines)

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

Here come the deez to make breeze
And guns toss in force
My team'll go at your main
not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage

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

Ninety-six strike back more hot shit
Illuminate my team'll glow like,
With no time for patient, or
Let's get it done right, my airtight

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

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

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 gotta tell you right in front of your eyes

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

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

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

'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa me
All that bullshit is 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 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, leave a loose nigga stiff
thick, son I solved 'em
Pulled him in my world evolved him to chaos

the beat like, around the way cops the average 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 is front 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 hold big shit, with spare
You seein' clips the mac spit your top got split
dead with open eyes close his eyelids
Turn off his lights switch to darkness 'cause deep in the

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

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

Heavily around my throat, I play
Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine the 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, tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it to empty
The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste
You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you taste it

Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the spin
I hear thugs claimin' that gonna rob the Mobb
When see us, I tell you what black, here's 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 make Cream and that's
it takes however it gots to go down
Four on stage a motherfuckin' four pound

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

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

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