Luyện nghe bài hát Let the Games Begin

[Kool G.
Yo I come in the form of lurkin
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 dirt, puffin the herb an'
we bring the in
Double loaded with Germans
Area's urban, hot where we be swervin
Gun fights like a serpent
People jerkin
Lay down any
strictly for just talkin
The skills remain tight as Holy the Virgin
Slowly the burden
so we varied the you heard an'
hit you with the methods and versions;
we simply,
let bullets rip the clip is empty
Get laid in your as if you was ??
Hit you like Jack
The mac packin MC, with clappin like an M.P.
Over your friendly wimpy, frame an M.D.
Blow you until your block's
Be on short of a frenzy
My glocks don't til the cops hem me
Blow 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
the tear gas, thinkin I'm pacifist
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 begin
The tec and flames begin
Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane sins
Hammers to firing
Me and my kin be makin you
The Lord or The takin you in

[Kool G.
the Corona Queens apocalypse
My block is hit with the dark
Takin no hostages, so grab the glocks and
The rap's apostle-ist, niggaz to Loch
Large as is
Mumblin shit get shot at the
A Thug Saga
Sex in this rap shit
Rainin like the drop is while you be
Blow money - do it for eons
Shinin like it's, neon - heart than freon
Decidin MC to pee on;
baby cause that's the that we on
Niggaz go to like 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 shit you fantasize
Niggaz aside or recognize
G. the real cat, pack the steel cat, feel that
you layin flat witcha shit clapped and peeled back
Battle-actin rap shit'll put you in back of a
A bad decision; fuck up your whole vision cataracts
Red on a dead foe
in wet clothes from head blows
Your whole be exposed
Get your torn out the frame from lead throws
None of my ever bled slow
Stiff as Al Capone, how it go