Luyện nghe bài hát Long Road To Glory

J U R A S S I C F I V E

He who is without sin cast the stone
Blast the verse, no matter the class, I'm
Kickin' it for you berzerk ohms, I'm hopin' at worst
Hopin' the words touch home and clutch domes
Ya' think, electrical and wet feet
How you infinitely get sleep the minute we get

Ladies and 'gents peep one hundred percent
Up undersea mistreats, now I'll you mince meat
Yes, I'm from
My name sits in the middle of opportunity
(Huh)
two-laid plans and new-made fans
My crew raid lands and punch the Kool-Aid Man

It was a long road to
for territory
Just to be called the of the ceremony

Marathon,
Word-play,
Metabolism with the
Keep it on

It was a road to glory
for territory
Just to be called the of the ceremony

Marathon,
Word-play,
Metabolism with the
it goin' on

The epitomy, five-hundred so convincingly
ministry, J-5th-a-tune infantry
Finna be, to be
The kept commodity, twelve incher LP
representin' properly
Now the knock could be
That old school
That if it rock a beat
It's not property

Remember me, us
Ice Cold, Cold Crush, Gold Rush
Rollin' up, up
Now ain't no need for you to be
When we and improvise
With each and every that I
Get busy with, lacing it with murder
a 'sault, Tom-A-Hawk
Razor sharp, tribal

Fresh gear, we're makin' our
And doin' lots of things
we never did
We to Paris in the spring-time
in the fall
We thank Alla, we're it all

It was a road to glory
Battle for
Just to be called the of the ceremony

Marathon,
Word-play,
Metabolism the rhythm
Keep it on

Pick a paragraph and phrase it, mentally you it
Kick it to the and suddenly they crave it
That's the way it is, in this verbal warfare hard for the love
But there ain't no wars
Years been puttin' on a play with your in
'Cuz you'll be comin' back the brother Dwight Gooden
back again, slappin' men and askin' them
If really wanna fuck wit' the style we tappin' in

Hey yo, I couldn't wait to grab a piece of my own cake
So I can elevate and my own weight
My mind state be the ghetto, street corner heavy
Black the pot and tea kettle
My street credibility, negativity
Multiplied energy, what a few
sililoque of a real MC
Tastin' the grammar, J5 slamma

It was a long road to
for territory
Just to be called the of the ceremony

Marathon,
Word-play,
Metabolism the rhythm
it goin' on

(Oh, we go)
Metabolism the rhythm
Keep it on

Marathon,
Word-play,

(Oh, we go)
Metabolism with the
it goin' on

Marathon,
Word-play,