Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me at Them

Yoyoyoyoyoyo! yo
Is the niggaz ready for son?
Niggaz ready for this ock
One two whatcha wanna do (I'm gonna it to em anyway though man)
Peep the inspectah deck (you they ain't ready for it)
threat
Representing
Slang,
it live
You know what it is

Blessed with the art rhymes that's sharp a circular saw
Hit the floor like dorf, who the war
slide by my, lyrical driveby
Chops rush, making black hearts bust, knifes they got
When they rush, like construction tools
fools, in twos
Forced dude to blast you out fuckin shoes
A swap with the bombs I drop
Plan a to you can't stop the plot
of an amateur, who dared to challenge the
Clansman, holding a sword like
Truth is my shield, show and I reveal
Reality, a coldness the can feel
Livin life where caps peel, and crack from nine to five
But I survived in these hard I nearly died
Now I'm wanted by death I did
Now it's thrown on a tape those who can relate
I wrap my face take a space in the staircase
Hits takin place, yo god, the jakes
Out of state court dates, me with the warrants
For my insurance, switched names to lawrence
The rebel, stomps through the slums I'm
through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust son
So the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenal
witnesses are incapable
Of testifying, I be frying in the chair
Plus the case closed, I won't be ever shackled, and clothes
I foes, exasperates then, I make friends
Cause today's friends, show theyselves as in the end
And if you fit the trend then protect ya
Shaolin, ins, hill projects

No one on earth, can hold me
No one on this earth, can me
No one on earth, can grip the mic
Like, i, do,

You ever, feel, you can
me, you got to face the clan and
Never, to the mic again
no one in the world

Let me at them! I blast off lyrics a magnum
Forty-four caliber, bustin mad in my challenger
Tongue in throat is swiss cheese
The freestyler, wild like gene wilder
Wu-tang killa bee at your brain
With my stinger, it stun mind, when I bring ya
Thirty-six chambers of anger,
For waiting, to let loose on the
Far from commercial no need for no
Hit you all angles then form a circle
Go against the grain within close
When I slam, like onyx, come get some, a promise
I'll represent, here's the
Science of mad murder plates I sense
My technique of is deep, like leviathan
Hittin up your block with rhymes, a firing
Shooting for the platinum, then bring it to
The place I got the gat from, let me at them!