Luyện nghe bài hát Onslaught 2

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

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

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 product's

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

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

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

With Nickel we gon' make cheese
Heavy hitter, call me Joell Ortiz
I point a burner at the plaque on teeth
On leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beef

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

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

Listen, don't make me a 9 and aim
And how your did me, do yo' mind the same
But different, the West Coast king 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 a pen I co-defend the sickest MC's
a disease we got it, I vomit sniffle and sneeze
Lyrics squeeze, listen please, Lord, help get rid of this

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

The bitches fiend, my dick a machine
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I am just as fuckin' big as I
When I'm this mean, me and government intervene
A presidents, literally live in my jeans

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

I'm in a state, of mind should be the fifty verse
I run radio but I don't use itty bitty words
I ain't shabby with the nouns, I shitty with the verb
When I reach I want the nigga Biggie 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 some fingers in the air and 'em up high

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

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

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

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

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

They say you the Warrior, I agree
You die and come back , nobody know this
Drive by, screamin' a new crew reppin'
Hangin' out the window, it's 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, Fatman Scoop,
Scoop, Slaughterhouse
Put 'em high, woo, ohh