Luyện nghe bài hát Onslaught 2

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

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

Niggaz callin' for peace, they can't even call the
If I ain't better than you I'm harder to
Probably 'cause I live by the art of for
I get indicted after my product's

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

Crooked and for them wack songs that you
I want you to throw pin, but hold the grenade
Explode to your grave and go straight to
When your soul is for the road that you paved

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

With Nickel we gon' more cheese
Heavy hitter, call me Joell David
I point a burner at the on your teeth
On some leftover shit, it's a 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 have to come?"

He was full of and rum, like a bully actin' dumb
Fully automatic umm, that's havin' fun
Listen, don't make a nigga find your
And make the dime give me '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 king Crooked I
I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up

Joell, here we go again, you I'm him, Mr. Ortiz
Soon as I hold a pen I the sickest MC's
Pick a disease we got it, I vomit and sneeze
squeeze, listen please, Lord, help get rid of this fever

I'm like 150
16's to be sweet, now they're a bit of a tease
A nigga need a infinite instrumental to be pleased
Used to dream about livin' now I'm livin' my

The bitches fiend, my dick a machine
Maybe I'm wrong, 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 'em residence, they just let me pick anything
When I'm in the mall, they show me the latest on the scene
And I get 'em all, I like the nigga I am
Niggaz hate, bitches cheer like Norm, Cliff and

I'm in a state, of mind should be the fifty 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 heaven I want the nigga to be like word

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

Joey, work on your shot, I'm money from far
Get 'em mad, see a ape on your monkey
And rate, gettin' hate from the wannabe stars
And great, mean he feel it and know he numb

See bullet comin' from around the corner
Like a shot from Angelina Jolie's gun, Joey the one
I'm a fake, ain't your run of the
I'm from where they you for one of your bills

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

They say he tough with his fake ass
Four pounds put me in weight class
Great the pad
the jumpsuit off my naked ass and ate the mask

You diss me, you wanna be a great fast?
Take a automatic and spray at gas
Me? a whole shit with a verse probably atrocious
In your whole camp, focused

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

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