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 first
Blast the verse, no matter the class, I'm
it for you hipocritic berzerk ohms, I'm hopin' at worst
Hopin' the words that home and clutch domes
Ya' think, electrical and wet feet
How you infinitely get sleep the we get deep

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

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

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

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

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

The epitomy, five-hundred so convincingly
ministry, J-5th-a-tune infantry
Finna be, to be
The best kept commodity, twelve LP
representin' properly
Now possibly the could be
That old school
That if it doesn't rock a
not considered property

Remember me, us
Ice Cold, Cold Crush, Gold Rush
up, hold up
Now ain't no for you to be surprised
When we implement and
each and every verse that I
Get busy with, lacing it with talk
Turn a 'sault,
Razor sharp, walk

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

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

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

Pick a paragraph and it, mentally you save it
Kick it to the world and suddenly crave it
That's the way it is, in verbal warfare workin' hard for the love
But there no wars here
Years been puttin' on a play with your in
'Cuz you'll be comin' back the brother Dwight Gooden
Seven's back again, slappin' men and askin'
If they really wanna wit' the style we tappin' in

Hey yo, I just couldn't wait to a piece of my own cake
So I can elevate and my own weight
My state be the ghetto, street corner heavy metal
like the pot and tea kettle
My credibility, minus negativity
Multiplied energy, what a few
Ability sililoque of a MC
Tastin' the grammar, J5 jamma

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

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