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 hipocritic berzerk ohms, I'm hopin' at
Hopin' the words that home and clutch domes
Ya' think, electrical and wet feet
How you infinitely get sleep the minute we get

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey yo, I just couldn't wait to grab a of my own cake
So I can elevate and hold my own
My mind be the ghetto, street corner heavy metal
Black like the pot and tea
My credibility, minus negativity
Multiplied energy, attends a few
Ability sililoque of a MC
the grammar, J5 slamma jamma

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

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

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

Marathon,
Word-play,

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

Marathon,
Word-play,