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 the first stone
Blast the verse, no the class, I'm vers'tile
Kickin' it for you hipocritic ohms, I'm hopin' at worst
Hopin' the words that touch home and domes
Ya' think, electrical sockets and wet
How you infinitely get sleep the minute we get

Ladies and 'gents peep one hundred heat
Up undersea mistreats, now I'll leave you mince
Yes, I'm from
My last sits in the middle of opportunity
(Huh)
With two-laid plans and fans
My crew lands and punch like the Kool-Aid Man

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

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

It was a long to glory
for territory
Just to be called the masters of the

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

The epitomy, five-hundred thousand so
Street ministry, J-5th-a-tune
be, about to be
The best commodity, twelve incher LP
representin' properly
Now the knock could be
old school philosophy
That if it rock a beat
not considered property

Remember me, us
Ice Cold, Crush, 1920 Gold Rush
Rollin' up, up
Now ain't no for you to be surprised
we implement and improvise
With each and every verse I
Get busy with, it with murder talk
Turn a 'sault,
sharp, tribal walk

Fresh gear, makin' our beds
And doin' lots of things
That we did
We went to in the spring-time
in the fall
We thank Alla, doin' it all

It was a long road to
Battle for
Just to be called the masters of the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marathon,
Word-play,

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

Marathon,
Word-play,