Luyện nghe bài hát Let the Games Begin

[Kool G.
Yo I come in the form of danger
the mad streets and merkin
Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and
for anybody perpin
Leave in a hearse for
Blood on the curb and like turbans
We roll a
All in this dirt, puffin the an'
we the verbs in
Double loaded with Germans
Area's urban, block's hot we be swervin
Gun fights like a serpent
nerves jerkin
Lay down any
strictly for just rehearsin
The skills tight as Holy Mary the Virgin
Slowly carry the
so we varied the shit you an'
hit you with the different methods and
we simply,
let bullets rip the clip is empty
Get laid in tracks as if you was ??
Hit you like Dempsey
The mac packin MC, with clappin like an M.P.
Over friendly wimpy, frame like an M.D.
Blow you until your block's
Be on short of a frenzy
My glocks don't stop til the hem me
Blow holy hollow in me
Hazardous shit - guns is
Sendin niggaz to meet the of Nazareth
Playin me has a risk
I bash clicks they was massacres
Blast the tear gas, I'm pacifist
That's the fifth, one kiss before your ash is missed
These bastards is gettin by the strap at the wrist

Chorus: 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 or The Devil takin you in

G. Rap]
It's the Corona apocalypse
My block is hit with the eclipse
Takin no hostages, so grab the glocks and
The rap's apostle-ist, to Loch Ness
as Colossus is
Mumblin shit get at the esophagus
A Thug novelist
Sex in this rap monogamous
Rainin like the drop is you be topicless
Blow monopolist - do it for eons
Shinin like it's, neon - heart colder than
Decidin MC to pee on;
baby cause that's the that we on
Niggaz go to Warrick Deion
Put the G on
I analyze with Montana eyes
to vandalize any man alive, as the hammer rise
Cut em down samurais
Kickin real shit that you fantasize
Niggaz aside or recognize
G. the real cat, the steel cat, baby feel that
Leave you layin flat witcha shit and peeled back
Battle-actin rap shit'll put you in back of a
A bad decision; up your whole vision like cataracts
Red on a dead foe
Layin in wet clothes from head
Your whole be exposed
Get your body out the frame from lead throws
of my victims ever bled slow
Stiff as Al Capone, how it go