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 from out the Ranges and
for anybody perpin
Leave in a for certain
Blood on the curb and like turbans
We roll a
All in this dirt, puffin the an'
we the verbs in
Double action's with Germans
Area's urban, hot where we be swervin
Gun strike like a serpent
People jerkin
Lay down any
for just talkin rehearsin
The skills tight as Holy Mary the Virgin
Slowly the burden
so we varied the shit you an'
hit you with the methods and versions;
we simply,
let rip until the clip is empty
Get in your tracks as if you was ??
Hit you like Jack
The mac packin MC, with clappin like an M.P.
Over your wimpy, frame like an M.D.
Blow you until block's windy
Be on short of a shot
My glocks don't til the cops hem me
holy hollow tops in me
Hazardous shit - is accurate
niggaz to meet the King of Nazareth
Playin me has a risk
I clicks like they was massacres
the tear gas, thinkin I'm pacifist
That's the fifth, one last kiss 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 begin
Thugs to the end, my whole insane with sins
Hammers to firing
Me and my kin be makin you
The Lord or The 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 apostle-ist, niggaz to Loch Ness
Large as is
Mumblin shit get shot at the
A Saga novelist
Sex in this rap monogamous
Rainin like the drop is while you be
Blow money monopolist - do it for
like it's, neon - heart colder than freon
which MC to pee on;
baby cause the shit that we on
go to Warrick like Deion
Put the G on
I guys with Montana eyes
to any man alive, soon as the hammer rise
Cut em like samurais
Kickin that real shit that you
step aside or recognize
G. the real cat, pack the cat, baby feel that
Leave you layin flat witcha shit clapped and back
rap shit'll put you in back of a Cadillac
A bad decision; fuck up your whole vision like
Red roses on a foe
in wet clothes from head blows
Your brain be exposed
Get your body torn out the frame lead throws
None of my victims ever bled
Stiff as Al Capone, how it go