Luyện nghe bài hát Onslaught 2

Yeah, I said, "Once a time in a city that's mine"
There was a nigga named Nickel spit like Big in his prime
He got a 52 box, tick in the mind
Listenin' to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious
My niggaz is dimes, my bitches is

I up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton
I runnin' shit ever since then, slaughtered MC's
Sit and watchin' my green grow like I'm waterin'
The problem with me is I'm the heart of the

Niggaz callin' for peace, can't even call the police
If I ain't better than you I'm to beat
Probably 'cause I by the art of for keeps
I get indicted after my released

We a form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is like grippin' on a stick in a Porsche
My niggaz for direction to go on this track
I said, "Fuck a direction, out, get 'em up high"

and for them wack songs that you made
I you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade
Explode to your grave and go straight to
your soul is en-flamed for the road that you paved

The role played, in fuckin' up hip-hop
You owe so you paid, the close to your brain
Closer than the close shave of a low fuckin'
Don't fuck me, don't fuck with J O E

With Nickel we gon' make more
Heavy hitter, call me Joell David
I point a burner at the plaque on teeth
On some leftover shit, a wrap on the beef

I'm one in a mil', comin' to
It's like you wanting a pill, my gun put your on the streets
on the concrete lookin' at the sun
Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked to come?"

He was of 'gnac and rum, like a bully actin' dumb
automatic umm, that's Crooked havin' fun
Listen, don't a nigga find your dame
And the dime give me brains 'til my mind is drained

Listen, don't me grab a 9 and aim
And how your dime did me, do yo' the same
But different, the West Coast king I
I'm a pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up high

Joell, we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz
Soon as I hold a pen I co-defend the MC's
Pick a disease we got it, I sniffle and sneeze
Lyrics squeeze, please, Lord, help get rid of this fever

I'm 150 degrees
used to be sweet, now they're a bit of a tease
A need a infinite instrumental just to be pleased
Used to dream livin' now I'm livin' my dreams

The bitches fiend, made my dick a
I'm wrong, maybe I am just as fuckin' big as I seem
When I'm spittin' this mean, me and government
A couple presidents, live in my jeans

I give 'em residence, they let me pick anything
When I'm in the mall, they me the latest kicks on the scene
And I get 'em all, I ball the nigga I am
Niggaz hate, bitches cheer Norm, Cliff and Diane

I'm in a state, of mind that should be the verse
I run radio but I don't use them itty words
I ain't shabby with the nouns, I ain't shitty the verb
When I reach I want the nigga Biggie to be like word

City slicker, New York delivery when I
Hold mic like the Statue of Liberty, I deserve
A shot at the title, spitter of the year, every year, be clear
Put fingers in the air and hold 'em up high

Joey, work on your half-court shot, I'm from far
Get 'em mad, see a ape on your bars
And that's rate, gettin' hate from the stars
And great, mean he feel it and know he numb

See bullet comin' from around the corner
a shot from Angelina Jolie's gun, think Joey the one
I'm a fake, your run of the mill?
I'm from where they kill you for one of bills

For me it's fun, your man think we skilled
He Mel Gibson, all that shit he believe, gon' get his son
Play a match, fuck what you take it as
No good straight jacket, all I did break the

say he talk tough with his fake ass
Four pounds put me in weight class
Escape the pad
Took the jumpsuit off my ass and ate the mask

You diss me, you wanna be a that fast?
Take a automatic and spray at gas
Me? Body a shit with a verse probably atrocious
In whole camp, nobody focused

say you the Ultimate Warrior, I agree
You die and back , won't nobody know this
Drive by, screamin' it's a new crew
Hangin' out the window, like 227, get 'em up high

Get 'em up high, get 'em up
Get 'em up high, get 'em up
Get 'em up in the sky

Put 'em up high, put 'em up
Put 'em up high, in the sky
Put 'em up, Slaughterhouse,

Ohh, ohh, Scoop, Slaughterhouse
Scoop, Slaughterhouse
Put 'em high, woo, ohh