Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me at Them

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

Blessed with the art rhymes that's sharp a circular saw
Hit the floor dorf, who wants the war
Then slide by my, lyrical
Chops rush, making black hearts bust, plus they got
When they rush, built construction tools
fools, in twos
Forced dude to blast you out your shoes
A south swap with the I drop
Plan a to terrorize you can't 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 the heart can feel
Livin life where caps peel, and crack deals from to five
But I survived in these hard times I nearly
Now I'm wanted by I did escape
Now it's thrown on a tape with who can relate
I wrap my face take a space in the staircase
Hits place, yo god, watch the jakes
Out of state court dates, chase me the warrants
For my insurance, switched names to michael
The rebel, stomps the slums I'm from
Coming through nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust son
So read the article, lyrical assassin the arsenal
Potential are incapable
Of testifying, I be frying in the chair
Plus the case closed, I won't be ever shackled, and safe
I foes, exasperates then, I make friends
Cause today's friends, show as snakes in the end
And if you fit the trend then ya neck
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
Test me, you got to face the and
Never, return to the mic
There's no one in the

Let me at them! I blast off like a magnum
Forty-four caliber, bustin mad holes in my
Tongue in your throat is cheese
The wild freestyler, wild gene wilder
Wu-tang killa bee aimed at brain
With my stinger, it stun your mind, when I ya
chambers of anger, frustration
For waiting, to let loose on the
Far from no need for no rehearsal
Hit you from all angles then form a
Go against the grain close range
When I slam, like onyx, get some, that's a promise
I'll represent, the evidence
Science of mad murder I make sense
My technique of speech is deep, like
Hittin up your block rhymes, like a firing
for the platinum, then bring it back to
The place I got the gat from, let me at them!