Luyện nghe bài hát Onslaught 2

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

I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the
I been runnin' shit ever since then, MC's
Sit and watchin' my green grow I'm waterin' seeds
The with 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 I live by the art of for keeps
I get indicted after my released

We a different form, a centrifugal force
line is like grippin' 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 wack songs that you
I want you to throw pin, but hold the grenade
Explode to grave and go straight to hell
When your soul is en-flamed for the road you paved

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

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

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

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

Listen, make me grab a 9 and aim
And how your dime did me, do yo' mind the
But different, the Coast king Crooked I
I'm a pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up high

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For me it's fun, your man 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 break the

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

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

say you the Ultimate Warrior, I agree
You die and come back , won't nobody know
Drive by, screamin' a new crew reppin'
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, Fatman Scoop,
Scoop, Slaughterhouse
Put 'em high, woo, ohh