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 ohms, I'm hopin' at worst
Hopin' the words that home and clutch domes
Ya' think, electrical sockets and wet
How you infinitely get sleep the we get deep

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

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

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

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

The epitomy, five-hundred thousand so
Street ministry, infantry
be, about to be
The best kept commodity, incher LP
representin' properly
Now possibly the knock be
That old philosophy
That if it doesn't rock a
It's not property

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

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

It was a road to glory
for territory
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 verbal warfare workin' hard for the
But there no wars here
Years been puttin' on a play your foot in
'Cuz you'll be comin' back the brother Dwight Gooden
back again, slappin' men and askin' them
If they really fuck wit' the style we tappin' in

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

It was a road to glory
for territory
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 with the
it goin' on

Marathon,
Word-play,