Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me at Them

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

Blessed with the art that's sharp like a circular saw
Hit the floor dorf, who wants the war
slide by my, lyrical driveby
Chops rush, making black hearts bust, knifes they got
they rush, built like construction tools
Crushing fools, in
Forced dude to blast you out your shoes
A south swap with the bombs I
Plan a to terrorize you stop the plot
Execution of an amateur, who dared to the
Clansman, holding a like excalibur
Truth is my shield, and prove I reveal
Reality, a coldness the heart can
Livin life where caps peel, and crack from nine to five
But I survived in hard times I nearly died
Now I'm wanted by I did escape
Now it's on a tape with those who can relate
I wrap my face take a space in the staircase
Hits takin place, yo god, the jakes
Out of court dates, chase me with the warrants
For my insurance, switched to michael lawrence
The rebel, stomps through the slums I'm
Coming through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to son
So read the article, lyrical assassin the arsenal
witnesses are incapable
Of testifying, I won't be frying in the
the case closed, I won't be ever shackled, and safe clothes
I make foes, then, I make friends
Cause today's friends, theyselves as snakes in the end
And if you fit the trend then ya neck
Shaolin, ins, killa 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
Test me, you got to face the and
Never, to the mic again
There's no one in the

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