Luyện nghe bài hát Long Road To Glory

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

He who is sin cast the first stone
Blast the verse, no matter the class, I'm
it for you hipocritic berzerk ohms, I'm hopin' at worst
Hopin' the words touch home and clutch 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 you mince meat
Yes, I'm unity
My last name sits in the middle of
(Huh)
With two-laid and new-made fans
My crew raid lands and punch the Kool-Aid Man

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

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

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

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

The epitomy, thousand so convincingly
Street ministry, infantry
be, about to be
The kept commodity, twelve incher LP
representin' properly
Now the knock could be
That old philosophy
That if it doesn't rock a
not considered property

Remember me, us
Ice Cold, Cold Crush, 1920 Rush
Rollin' up, up
Now no need for you to be surprised
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
That we did
We went to in the spring-time
Bahamas in the
We thank Alla, doin' it all

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marathon,
Word-play,

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

Marathon,
Word-play,