Luyện nghe bài hát Onslaught 2

Yeah, I said, "Once a time in a city that's mine"
was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
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 up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton
I been runnin' shit ever then, slaughtered MC's
Sit and watchin' my grow like I'm waterin' seeds
The problem with me is I'm the heart of the

Niggaz for peace, they can't even call the police
If I better than you I'm harder to beat
Probably I live by the art of for keeps
I get indicted my product's released

We a form, a different centrifugal 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"

and for them wack songs that you made
I want you to throw your pin, but hold the
Explode to your grave and go straight to
When your soul is en-flamed for the 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
fuck 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, a wrap on the beef

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

He was full of 'gnac and rum, like a actin' dumb
Fully automatic umm, Crooked havin' fun
Listen, make a nigga find your dame
And make the dime give me brains 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 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.
Soon as I a pen I co-defend the sickest MC's
Pick a disease we got it, I sniffle and sneeze
squeeze, listen please, Lord, help get rid of this fever

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

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

I give 'em residence, they just let me 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 like Norm, and Diane

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

City slicker, New delivery when I swerve
that mic like the Statue of Liberty, I deserve
A shot at the title, spitter of the year, year, let's be clear
Put some in the air and hold '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 that's great, mean he feel it and he numb

See that bullet comin' from 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, 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

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

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

say you the Ultimate Warrior, I agree
You die and come back , won't nobody this
by, screamin' it's 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, Scoop, Slaughterhouse
Fatman Scoop,
Put 'em high, woo, ohh