Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Funky dilemmas, destroy MC's by of elimination
Ghetto linger breaks your mind, body
Got me sold like Hurachis, funk up the ass
Make peace wit knock-knees, the funk in your cella
No one's betta, pull more Playboy bitches than Hugh
I you wit my nasal style I'm able
To rock two turntables for oh, say sweet sable

Now who's on the deal I'll make you the real
I kill at will wit shots in your window sill
Or mill, to feel a of wind, I must've been born
Wit ten of my dusted friends, I get up in you like Murray
Make your whole crew shit stew beef in a hurry
Make competition leave early smokin' the
Blazay Blah through your block and open fire

Redman's in the
Erick in the area
Keith in the area

Is mic on word up?
I swarm like helicopters, robbers, at fiends gettin' dollars
The lyrical Fighter call me Sagat
Blazin' hot like the bullet from gettin' shot

Where a drum there's a beat
And where there's guns the streets
option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees
From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don't the flava
It's the same why I threw away my Skypager

Magnificent, givin' rappers death
Wit fly intricate by the lows
Y'all come out the hype description of
One time Billboard winner, six time Gold record

No one me so I crashed and brung the vibe
And it out like a rash
Who do I be? The E, the D O U B the L to the E
Get your leafs and fire it up
Get your ZigZags and it up
you betta stand clear, Def Squad is a world premier

Word is bond I collect your con getcha gone like a
I break your little bitty styles down to ions
My rap style has many, many of murderous poetry
And lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap
Sounds be on sickly timin', meaning your brain can't be
In the words I be when I be rhymin'

Now you can change your whole word back and
And the roughest rapper and I bet you blood he'd cough
My rap is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence
since I commenced to subject you to my bullshit

I compress your chest and open-heart surgery
And God forbid I people [Incomprehensible] the L O D
I love beatin' you in the head with
Make you run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analyst
Way nicer the force intended
The nicest rapper ever came out since you could remember
Def