Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

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

Now who's on the deal I'll you feel the real
I kill at wit nine shots in your window sill
Or mill, to a gust 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 curry in a hurry
Make competition leave smokin' the lala
Blazay Blah come through your block and fire

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

Is this mic on up?
I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends dollars
The lyrical Street call me Sagat
hot like the bullet from somebody gettin' shot

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

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

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

Word is I collect your con getcha gone like a moron
I break your itty bitty styles down to ions
My rap style has many, many mixtures of poetry
And deadly and fixtures, matter fact my rap
be on sickly timin', meaning your brain can't be defined
In the I be using when I be rhymin'

Now you can your whole word back and forth
And bring the rapper and I bet you blood he'd cough
My rap style is my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence
Ever since I commenced to subject you to my

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