Luyện nghe bài hát Onslaught 2

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

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

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

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

Crooked and for them wack songs that you
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 road that you

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

With Nickel we gon' make more
Heavy hitter, me Joell David 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
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 and rum, like a bully actin' dumb
Fully automatic umm, that's Crooked fun
Listen, don't make a nigga find your
And make the dime give me brains 'til my is drained

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See that bullet comin' around the corner
Like a shot from Angelina Jolie's gun, Joey the one
I'm a fake, your run of the mill?
I'm from they kill 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 with a match, what you take it as
No good jacket, all I did break the match

They say he tough with his fake ass
Four pounds put me in another weight
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? a whole shit with a verse probably atrocious
In your whole camp, nobody

They say you the Warrior, I agree
You die and come back , won't nobody this
Drive by, screamin' it's a new reppin'
out the window, like 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, Scoop, Slaughterhouse
Scoop, Slaughterhouse
Put 'em high, woo, ohh