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

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

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

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

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

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

The epitomy, thousand so convincingly
ministry, J-5th-a-tune infantry
Finna be, to be
The best kept commodity, incher LP
We're representin'
Now possibly the knock be
old school philosophy
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 need for you to be
we implement and improvise
With each and verse that I
Get busy with, lacing it murder talk
a 'sault, Tom-A-Hawk
Razor sharp, tribal

Fresh gear, we're our beds
And we're lots of things
we never did
We went to Paris in the
Bahamas in the
We Alla, we're doin' it all

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

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

Pick a paragraph and phrase it, you save it
it to the world and suddenly they crave it
That's the way it is, in this warfare workin' hard for the love
But there no wars here
Years been puttin' on a 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 and hold my own weight
My state be the ghetto, street corner heavy metal
like the pot and tea kettle
My street credibility, minus
Multiplied energy, what a few
sililoque of a real MC
Tastin' the grammar, J5 slamma

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

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

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

Marathon,
Word-play,

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

Marathon,
Word-play,