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 clutch
Ya' think, electrical sockets and wet
How you infinitely get the minute we get deep

Ladies and 'gents 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 and new-made fans
My crew raid 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 with the
it goin' on

The epitomy, five-hundred so convincingly
ministry, J-5th-a-tune infantry
Finna be, to be
The kept commodity, twelve incher LP
We're representin'
Now the knock could be
That old philosophy
That if it doesn't a beat
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
Turn a 'sault,
sharp, tribal walk

Fresh gear, we're makin' our
And we're doin' of things
we never did
We to Paris in the spring-time
in the fall
We thank Alla, we're 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

Pick a paragraph and it, mentally you save it
it to the world and suddenly they crave it
That's the way it is, in this verbal workin' hard for the love
But there ain't no wars
Years been puttin' on a play with your in
'Cuz you'll be comin' back like the Dwight Gooden
Seven's again, slappin' men and askin' them
If they really wanna wit' 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
like the pot and tea kettle
My street credibility, minus
Multiplied energy, attends a few
Ability sililoque of a 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 the rhythm
Keep it on

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

Marathon,
Word-play,

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

Marathon,
Word-play,