Luyện nghe bài hát Onslaught 2

Yeah, I said, "Once upon a in a city that's mine"
There was a nigga named 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 behind in '99 and I took the baton
I been shit ever since then, slaughtered MC's
Sit and watchin' my green grow like I'm seeds
The problem me is I'm the heart of the streets

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

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

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

The that played, in fuckin' 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 me, don't fuck with J O E

Nickel we gon' make more cheese
Heavy hitter, call me Joell Ortiz
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 back on the streets
Spine on the lookin' at the sun
Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked to come?"

He was full of 'gnac and rum, like a bully dumb
Fully umm, that's Crooked havin' fun
Listen, don't make a find your dame
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 Coast 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.
Soon as I a pen I co-defend the sickest MC's
Pick a disease we got it, I vomit sniffle and
Lyrics squeeze, please, Lord, help get rid of this fever

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

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

I give 'em residence, they let me pick anything
I'm in the mall, they show 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 that should be the fifty verse
I run radio but I don't use them itty words
I ain't shabby the nouns, I ain't shitty with the verb
When I reach heaven I want the nigga Biggie to be 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 some fingers in the air and '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 wannabe
And that's great, mean he feel it and know he

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

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

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

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

They say you the Warrior, I agree
You die and come back , won't nobody know
Drive by, it's 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