Luyện nghe bài hát Let the Games Begin

[Kool G.
Yo I in the form of danger lurkin
the mad streets and merkin
Shot at strangers from out the and Suburbans
Curtains for perpin
Leave in a for certain
Blood on the curb and bandages turbans
We a ?durbin?
All in dirt, puffin the herb an'
we bring the in
Double action's loaded Germans
Area's urban, hot where we be swervin
Gun fights strike a serpent
People jerkin
Lay any person
strictly for just rehearsin
The skills remain tight as Holy Mary the
Slowly the burden
so we varied the shit you an'
hit you with the methods and versions;
we simply,
let bullets rip until the clip is
Get laid in tracks as if you was ??
Hit you Jack Dempsey
The mac packin MC, with gats clappin 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
Blow holy hollow in me
Hazardous shit - guns is
niggaz to meet the King of Nazareth
Playin me has a risk
I bash clicks like was massacres
Blast the tear gas, I'm pacifist
That's the fifth, one last 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 mac-10 flames
Thugs to the end, my crew insane with sins
Hammers to firing
Me and my kin be makin you
The Lord or The Devil you in

[Kool G.
It's the Corona apocalypse
My block is hit the dark eclipse
Takin no hostages, so the glocks and clips
The apostle-ist, niggaz to Loch Ness
Large as is
Mumblin shit get shot at the
A Saga novelist
Sex in this rap monogamous
Rainin the drop is while you be topicless
Blow monopolist - do it for eons
Shinin like it's, - heart colder than freon
Decidin MC to pee on;
baby cause that's the shit we on
Niggaz go to like Deion
Put the G on
I analyze guys with Montana
to any man alive, soon as the hammer rise
Cut em down like
Kickin that real that you fantasize
Niggaz step or recognize
G. the cat, pack the steel cat, baby feel that
Leave you layin flat witcha clapped and peeled back
rap shit'll put you in back of a Cadillac
A bad decision; up your whole vision like cataracts
Red on a dead foe
Layin in wet from head blows
Your whole be exposed
Get your body torn out the from lead throws
None of my victims ever slow
as Al Capone, that's how it go