Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Galaxy

{So like, what he from me?
Yo, tell me about it, cold world out there
Sometimes, I I'm gettin' a lil' frosty myself}

My shell, mechanical ghost
But my ghetto is found toast
My shell, found ghost
But my ghetto is animal found
My shell, found ghost
But my ghetto is found toast
Animal found toast but my ghetto

Life's ill, some time's life kill
Vordul Mega, digits grab mic's mic strike type ill
Is real? Yo, Akhi builds
life feels, like earth don't spin

Whirlwinds mic
Life's at a still, dangerous 'cuz man kills
An' still, visualize life ghetto like
Born mind, sometime these cats see
Street incomplete light an' be like

I'm a life after this, one crime
One line from the Megala, blow
Everyone knows the city's ill, kill
Still black man nine, gotta chill star
C-A.L.L.A.H, be the of Shamar

Work hard, Shamar, A.L.L.A.H
Adapt bars snatch stars an' large, channels
But our handle might break mic's
Vordul Megala, the cannibal ate
Strive live, live five, I want a hundred an' eight mic's

{Son, yo, son, did you see kid, yo?
Yo, yo, out man, chill out
Yo, son, did Yo, son, he pulled it out}

Five digits, cock biddy, nine
One floor silly, spun city, one verse hit milly
Little girls curls, three sixty
Livin' in in a shitty
Yo, they young earth, now shitty

An' while 5 0 shoot black head
Nigga, sorry I sold space to crack heads
D.T's operate mechanically, po' po' in mo'
Black kids, locked
key, plus one fourth pound of smoke flow

While, lock head Fabian, Arabian
in Bodeg, holdin' drama A.K.
Spoke like, As salaam a
vodka mixed with O.J.
Wig splits, mad quick, spinnin' six oh ways

C 4 blew the door, eight
fate, tank top wit a knot
Number nine said, Run the
my girl, stereo, CD plus the tape

Yo, Star, don't wet
Fucked her face, let's the plays
Jet back to Cruz, Californ I A
Peace to C-God, locked up cat, born nine

home, mad soon
Live ill, things just like little black girl got shot
Damn it hurts, when they spun earth, filled knots
make a difference, so we get locked
Caught in the shit an' losin' we got
on black, equal, equal

{Do you that you're one of the few predator species
that preys on itself?}

An' if crack in a basement,
Crack heads adjacent
Anger displacement, stamp arrangements
You were a still baby
Mother didn't want you, but you still born
Boy world, of course his pops is gone

What you
chalky outline on the ground is a father figure
So he steps to the next stencil, a hustler
Infested money an' diamond cluster

Lets in laymen terms, rotten apples an' big worms
Early birds an' poachers, New York is evil at it's
So those who have more than
Prepare to be

Ate up by vultures, the
In a dog eat dog culture, that'll 'em
of mineral, we take it personal
A pigeon can't shit if it never flew

day is no frills, empty krills
Broken 40 bottles an' MCs with
I rest my on 115
But only happen on 34th
So, I guess is mean

An' is the median
An' purgatory is the mode we settle in
I've got that Eve's Bayou sense of
So I fought, to touch hand
Of a fan to read their

wives, molested children
Roaches on the floor, in the ceiling
Cats walk around New York with two
One is in mouth the other, does the killin'
I'm Vast Air, Kramer, top