Luyện nghe bài hát Let the Games Begin

[Kool G.
Yo I come in the form of danger
Blastin the mad streets and
at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans
Curtains for anybody
in a hearse for certain
Blood on the curb and like turbans
We roll a
All in this dirt, puffin the an'
we bring the in
Double action's with Germans
urban, block's hot where we be swervin
Gun fights strike a serpent
nerves jerkin
Lay down any
strictly for talkin rehearsin
The remain tight as Holy Mary the Virgin
Slowly the burden
so we the shit you heard an'
hit you with the different methods and
we simply,
let rip until the clip is empty
Get laid in tracks as if you was ??
Hit you like Jack
The mac packin MC, with clappin like an M.P.
Over friendly wimpy, frame like an M.D.
Blow you until your windy
Be on short of a frenzy
My don't stop til the cops hem me
Blow holy tops in me
Hazardous shit - is accurate
Sendin to meet the King of Nazareth
Playin me close has a
I bash clicks like was massacres
Blast the tear gas, thinkin I'm
That's the fifth, one kiss before your ash is missed
These bastards is gettin clapped by the at the wrist

Kool G. Rap (repeat 2X)

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

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