Luyện nghe bài hát Let the Games Begin

[Kool G.
Yo I come in the of danger lurkin
Blastin the mad streets and
at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans
Curtains for perpin
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 loaded Germans
urban, block's hot where we be swervin
Gun strike like a serpent
nerves jerkin
Lay down any
strictly for talkin rehearsin
The skills remain tight as Mary the Virgin
Slowly carry the
so we varied the you heard an'
hit you the different methods and versions;
we simply,
let bullets rip until the is empty
Get in your tracks as if you was ??
Hit you Jack Dempsey
The mac packin MC, with gats like an M.P.
Over your wimpy, frame like an M.D.
Blow you until block's windy
Be on short of a shot
My glocks don't stop til the hem me
holy hollow tops in me
Hazardous - guns is accurate
niggaz to meet the King of Nazareth
Playin me close has a
I bash clicks they was massacres
Blast the gas, thinkin I'm pacifist
the fifth, one last kiss before your ash is missed
These bastards is gettin clapped by the at the wrist

Chorus: G. Rap (repeat 2X)

Yo let the begin
The tec and mac-10 begin
Thugs to the end, my whole insane with sins
Hammers to firing
Me and my kin be makin you
The Lord or The takin you in

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