Luyện nghe bài hát High Price, Small Reward

I the chrome off wit the dust cloth
'Fore I off
What's the cause, life loss, high to pay
For a small reward, kill for that Bushwick and broad
I provided the cables, through to boost the mini-pack
Based on the drama unfolding in a
I dont' back, I spare no one
swing like shogun, now who want it?
You see the truth, then act it
Or feel the fire's fore
Ain't a MC that I hit can through
That are like kid, flashin plastic tools
Unaware of the most-year rule, what stupid!

Killa]
Without a doubt, it's in the heart where the best were written
at the window of the grand old earths
Youths thirst for knowledge, I but hold heat
some savage niggas are lost beyond reach
Broken homes breed of no guidance
to wonder the streets and experiment wit devilish men
Violent, felon offenders, folders
One-twenty bomb let em off and explode
The battefield the daunting
Wu-Tang deadly emits six pence
Spiral rifle, barrel pointed, elastic
Plastic head wrapped stifle,
Tribal, title rival
subliminal message throwin
Bitch niggas holdin on
Mic cables, capable of down jets on deck
Fuckin you straight through
Justice, wit more of the penital
Some long overdue, now served by the on cheat
Drummer bills is the prophecies fulfilled
chill, currents to the invited
Bang for the 'phones, live niggas on they way
Snatch poems clones, we got it sewn