Luyện nghe bài hát Let the Games Begin

[Kool G.
Yo I come in the of danger lurkin
Blastin the mad and merkin
at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans
Curtains for perpin
Leave in a hearse for
Blood on the and bandages like turbans
We a ?durbin?
All in this dirt, the herb an'
we bring the in
Double loaded with Germans
urban, block's hot where we be swervin
Gun fights like a serpent
People nerves
Lay down any
for just talkin rehearsin
The skills remain as Holy Mary the Virgin
Slowly the burden
so we varied the shit you an'
hit you the different methods and versions;
we simply,
let rip until the clip is empty
Get laid in tracks as if you was ??
Hit you like Dempsey
The mac packin MC, with gats clappin an M.P.
Over your friendly wimpy, like an M.D.
Blow you until block's windy
Be on of a shot frenzy
My glocks don't stop til the hem me
Blow hollow tops in me
Hazardous - guns is accurate
Sendin niggaz to meet the of Nazareth
Playin me has a risk
I bash clicks they was massacres
Blast the gas, thinkin I'm pacifist
That's the fifth, one last before your ash is missed
These bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the

Chorus: G. Rap (repeat 2X)

Yo let the games
The tec and mac-10 flames
Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane with
to firing pins
Me and my kin be you spin
The or The Devil takin you in

G. Rap]
It's the Queens apocalypse
My block is hit with the dark
no hostages, so grab the glocks and clips
The rap's apostle-ist, to Loch Ness
Large as is
Mumblin get shot at the esophagus
A Thug novelist
Sex in this rap monogamous
Rainin the drop is while you be topicless
Blow money monopolist - do it for
Shinin like it's, - heart colder than freon
which MC to pee on;
baby cause that's the that we on
Niggaz go to Warrick Deion
Put the G on
I analyze guys with eyes
to vandalize any man alive, soon as the rise
Cut em down samurais
Kickin that real that you fantasize
step aside or recognize
G. the real cat, pack the steel cat, feel that
Leave you layin flat shit clapped and peeled back
Battle-actin rap put you in back of a Cadillac
A bad decision; fuck up your whole vision like
Red on a dead foe
Layin in wet clothes head blows
Your brain be exposed
Get your body torn out the frame lead throws
None of my victims ever bled
as Al Capone, that's how it go