Luyện nghe bài hát Nightmare In A-Minor

[Chorus: {*singing*}]
The battle, the war, lay whites, slick
And I blast clips
That'll end ass quick

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Yo, yo
What y'all know about the war? About the
Active duty, bit buoy
Sink your battleship, You, Sue Me+
be from the heart, sincerly yours, truly
B9, behind, blinds
Behind your door, you war?
Don't so, you know my M-O
Beretta 9, Rambo
Big guns, ammo
Plus, heavy artillery, D-stream me and
Killarmy A-rabs, out for commisary
So nigga Run it and catch a hot one in your
Bitch! Bitch!

[4th
What know about the war? (about the war)
Yo, when I was young I seeked for the knowledge
I never went to college but
The fact knowledge is first, through the academy of the universe
Taking everything for what it's
Remember that the Earth Cried+ for the Gods to come through
To make unknown things that impossible possible
Mastering all obstacles, and all
Striving to absorb the forces

Yo we never wack, clever rap, stay black
I'm a lyrical Pteradac', severin'
Bad luck for MC's to get a match
Bad luck, I strike you like you just a mirror
Black, here's the fact, I manufacture the jams that fracture program
Shatter matter with the soul of a slow jam
It's the GrandMaster, Eloheim, flaming
scheme, with the, skill of a marine
To the extreme, flow like a jet
Also collect at shows, the veteran P-R-O
Better than most you know, sharp as an
Sing like a sparrow, Grym the motto
+Killing You Softly+ with Islam knowledge
For hollow-head pieces that dead Jesus
And still don't His commandments
I Leave souls abandoned pieces of a dream
I'm so unique when I on the scene
Chk-chk-chk-chk, at it again
2000, running through your project
What!?!

Frukwan]
Yo, check it, it
Gotta peep at shit
called key rap

[Frukwan
If you the strength
Competition, every blow high tense
you can't touch, taste, feel
The lord of the world, at will
Take control of all your
I blast my solar winds
Nomads in the
Mercenaries that are prepared
Gravediggaz show no
Ghetto warriors in a jungle, if one don't find the hedge
and to no one there's the
of men
morphins, no begining, no end
Can you my origin?
But now in our days, finding new to destroy ya in one day
Not afraid to dig
In the mind of my own, graveyard is my
And Hell is where I
will prevail