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

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

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

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

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

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

The epitomy, five-hundred so convincingly
Street ministry, infantry
be, about to be
The best kept commodity, incher LP
We're properly
Now possibly the could be
That old philosophy
That if it doesn't rock a
not considered property

Remember me, us
Ice Cold, Cold Crush, 1920 Rush
up, hold up
Now no need for you to be surprised
When we implement and
With and every verse that I
Get busy with, it with murder talk
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
Bahamas in the
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,
Metabolism the rhythm
Keep it on

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

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

It was a long 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,