Luyện nghe bài hát Let the Games Begin

[Kool G.
Yo I come in the of danger lurkin
Blastin the mad and merkin
Shot at from out the Ranges and Suburbans
for anybody perpin
Leave in a hearse for
Blood on the curb and bandages turbans
We roll a
All in dirt, puffin the herb an'
we bring the in
Double action's loaded Germans
Area's urban, block's hot where we be
Gun fights like a serpent
People nerves
Lay down any
strictly for talkin rehearsin
The skills remain tight as Holy the Virgin
carry the burden
so we the shit you heard 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 MC, with gats clappin like an M.P.
Over your friendly wimpy, like an M.D.
you until your block's windy
Be on of a shot frenzy
My glocks stop til the cops hem me
Blow holy hollow in me
shit - guns is accurate
Sendin niggaz to meet the of Nazareth
Playin me close has a
I clicks like they was massacres
Blast the tear gas, thinkin I'm
That's the fifth, one kiss before your ash is missed
These bastards is clapped by the strap at the wrist

Kool G. Rap (repeat 2X)

Yo let the games
The tec and flames begin
Thugs to the end, my whole crew with sins
Hammers to firing
Me and my kin be you spin
The Lord or The takin you in

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