Luyện nghe bài hát Let the Games Begin

[Kool G.
Yo I in the form of danger lurkin
Blastin the mad streets and
Shot at strangers out the Ranges and Suburbans
for anybody perpin
Leave in a hearse for
Blood on the curb and bandages like
We roll a
All in dirt, puffin the herb an'
we bring the in
Double action's loaded with
urban, block's hot where we be swervin
Gun fights like a serpent
People jerkin
Lay any person
strictly for just talkin
The skills remain tight as Holy the Virgin
carry the burden
so we varied the you heard an'
hit you with the different and versions;
we simply,
let bullets rip until the is empty
Get in your tracks as if you was ??
Hit you like Dempsey
The mac packin MC, gats clappin like an M.P.
Over your wimpy, frame like an M.D.
Blow you until your block's
Be on short of a frenzy
My glocks stop til the cops hem me
Blow hollow tops in me
Hazardous shit - is accurate
niggaz to meet the King of Nazareth
Playin me has a risk
I bash like they was massacres
Blast the tear gas, I'm pacifist
That's the fifth, one 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 crew 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
no hostages, so grab the glocks and clips
The rap's apostle-ist, to Loch Ness
as Colossus is
Mumblin get shot at the esophagus
A Thug Saga
Sex in rap shit monogamous
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;
cause that's the shit that we on
Niggaz go to Warrick like
Put the G on
I guys with Montana eyes
to vandalize any man alive, as the hammer rise
Cut em down samurais
Kickin that shit that you fantasize
Niggaz aside or recognize
G. the real cat, pack the steel cat, feel that
Leave you layin flat witcha shit clapped and back
rap shit'll put you in back of a Cadillac
A bad fuck up your whole vision like cataracts
Red roses on a foe
Layin in wet clothes head blows
Your brain be exposed
Get your body torn out the from lead throws
None of my victims bled slow
as Al Capone, that's how it go