Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me at Them

Yoyoyoyoyoyo! yo
Is the ready 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,
Hittin it
You know time it is

Blessed with the art rhymes sharp like a circular saw
Hit the like dorf, who wants the war
slide by my, lyrical driveby
Chops rush, making hearts bust, plus knifes they got
they rush, built like construction tools
Crushing fools, in
Forced dude to blast you out your fuckin
A south swap the bombs I drop
Plan a to you can't stop the plot
Execution of an amateur, who to challenge the
Clansman, holding a like excalibur
Truth is my shield, show and prove I
Reality, a the heart can feel
Livin where caps peel, and crack deals from nine to five
But I survived in hard times I nearly died
Now I'm wanted by I did escape
Now thrown on a tape with those who can relate
Still I wrap my take a space in the staircase
Hits place, yo god, watch the jakes
Out of state court dates, me with the warrants
For my insurance, switched names to michael
The rebel, stomps through the I'm from
through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust son
So read the article, lyrical assassin with the
Potential witnesses are
Of testifying, I be frying in the chair
Plus the case closed, I won't be ever shackled, and clothes
I make foes, then, I make friends
Cause today's friends, show theyselves as in the end
And if you fit the trend then ya neck
Shaolin, ins, killa hill

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