Luyện nghe bài hát Hell On Earth (front Lines)

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

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

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

Ninety-six strike back with more hot
Illuminate my glow like, radiation
no time for patient, or complication
Let's get it done right, my airtight

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

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, 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 of your eyes

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

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

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

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

'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, hatin' me
All bullshit 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 with shit, that'll leave a nigga stiff
thick, son I solved 'em
Pulled him in my then evolved him to chaos

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

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 right in front of your eyes

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

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

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

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 Fi shit, no man can go against me

Test me you be bent G, don't tempt me
I had full clip 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 and watch the world spin
I hear thugs that they gonna rob the Mobb
they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue
It's a deal, you rob me, you take this message

with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm to make Cream and that's that
it takes however it gots to go down
Four on stage a motherfuckin' four pound

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

Sometimes I test see if I still got it
A live nigga on point never diss
shit or forget 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 through your click get purged