Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Maiden

{What you on our turf, punk? Got a message for Smokey
it, you Smokey, man? Give it
If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' message
Motherfucker, I gimme the message}

{It's Willie, in the slam, nigga, you been busted?
Yeah, the man me up
Well, I ain't got no time to play witchu
Now gimme the

{Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1 to 3, told me to y'all motherfuckers
To cool, he be out one way or another, quick
Maybe I could around for awhile, naw, that's out, man
You know? What can we, The Lords, do a punk like you?}

my ass, motherfucker, burn 'em
Just me and you, motherfucker, me and you
I put around your fuckin' eye}

Portrayin', be payin', uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this champ cat
Yeah, it's on one

Yo, Gambino niggas, who swipe
rap cavaliers, midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs
Sit back jollyin', my team be
Like three card an' drug Somalians pollyin'

Many they crochetin', ay yo, Iron
These niggas but haven't been payin'
For real, slide on these niggas, flesh fear
fade style, usually tough grenade

Throw a blade, fuck gettin'
Guzzle this shit Gatorade
Wallies have, never half-suede
Connectin' with the hot style is

up a challis
I run with nuttin' but the wildest,
Come on now, long style
Niggas on the hit out, ay yo, Iron, my shit out

Eventually, bust a rap gun
Been doin' this kid, just meant to be
Get on your knees an' bless me with a gem in the
off by P.M.

Snatch cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, it like thirty-two Arabians
The lesson is 'Don't owe, you might get stole on'
I go bury me wit Valow on

{They come to me and understand let me get mines first
Then after I get mines, can do what y'all wanna do
'em up bad}

'Sho 'nuff, hit the an' thrust
Cool Nauticas, Summer got trained on the tour bus
We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the
white label, left the Winnebago unstable

Smooth sailin', in, my earth started kneelin'
Started stealin', I'm too ill, see, bellin' at the parlay
Kicked up, mack, max
Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent

Louisville mix pain kill rap, fuck
The in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill
obnoxious, no blotches
My telephone watch'll leave topless

Dead on the prosecutor, a juror
Me an' my run like Luke an' Laura
We sit back on Islands
mix drinks out of boat, coconut bowls, we whylin'

Sit jollyin', uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Sit jollyin', uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

Sit jollyin', my team be gamin'
Like three Rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin'
Sit back jollyin', my team be
Like three card an' drug Somalians pollyin'

Sit

meditation, sound orientated, war the blizzard
Rap para-medical, the
Cappadonna, never caterin' to
My microphone an' three verse weigh a ton of

You oughta, thousand, back across the water
My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the
Acapella or deep instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind

One of whylin', Park Hill profilin'
I cut your face up, rough fifty, sure you're smilin'
For my position
I leave you smoked like a crack head on a

Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of
Rated like the movie graphic intelligence
Person to person, it'd be hard for you to a trophy
You better off to get out to try to smoke me

I'm P L O T K O every day
Dance hall General, fanatic colonel
Cappadonna, son'a old just go infernal
Veteran for with the new set of rule of hard rappin'

Ninety-six jive, I keep the live clappin'
I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle
I spark the mic an' Shaolin spark the
Every evenin' I have a by myself

who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'
From my mental slangin', bitchin', rap twist the of warfare
I brutalize, all catch ill hair
Chance him, that's what said, threw up a ransom
I jacked it, stripped the beat naked an' it, gimme my rewards

{The way I, the way I get 'em, I want 'em gotten
I want 'em out, I want 'em gotten
'Cause niggas need to be gotten, he need to be taken off of
straight}