Luyện nghe bài hát Let the Games Begin

[Kool G.
Yo I come in the form of lurkin
the mad streets and merkin
Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and
Curtains for perpin
in a hearse for certain
Blood on the curb and bandages turbans
We a ?durbin?
All in dirt, puffin the herb an'
we the verbs in
Double loaded with Germans
urban, block's hot where we be swervin
Gun strike like a serpent
nerves jerkin
Lay down any
strictly for just rehearsin
The skills remain tight as Holy the Virgin
carry the burden
so we varied the shit you an'
hit you with the methods and versions;
we simply,
let bullets rip until the is empty
Get laid in tracks as if you was ??
Hit you like Dempsey
The mac MC, with gats clappin like an M.P.
Over your wimpy, frame like an M.D.
you until your block's windy
Be on short of a frenzy
My glocks don't stop til the hem me
holy hollow tops in me
Hazardous - guns is accurate
Sendin niggaz to the King of Nazareth
Playin me has a risk
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 clapped by the strap at the wrist

Chorus: G. Rap (repeat 2X)

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

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