Luyện nghe bài hát Operation Lockdown

Ruck and rock, taking you up a notch

I mean, it was cool aht first
Jus yunno, about nuhthing
Buht like whut happened wuz
[b.c.c.] the people they started, yunno to talk tings that make sense
[b.c.c.] I wuz "what the fuck? "
[b.c.c.] people with real I wuhlike "get the fuck outta here"
[b.c.c.] whaddo they think doing?
[b.c.c.] I where that shit come from man.
[b.c.c.] I wuz like, "yo fuckin amazing" right?
[b.c.c.]
[b.c.c.] it's real, I don even how the shit start

Verse rock, ruck

It went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the
Peeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through two more
Heads were nervous, that's three now they wanna break north
Too late -- five more the door straight the fuck off
on now; gettin down in the trenches
Eight soldiers gettin in mo' ass splinters on raggedy benches
Since it's war, ain't shit this clique
Disperse and they transform to chess pieces

On fake grounds never clowns
Ruck and rock be the rooks hold the square
Are you prepared now I tear down, any who similies
Styles buckwild meanwhile your ass I
Demonstrate, tactics you need
First of all monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards
I should smash kids, they try to get beyond
Limits, timid, but they never get with sean (say word)
Dat's word, sean give a
Whatevah then they got niggaz snakes that slither (hisssss)
And if ya, wanna come the inflixter
I got your name address plus your picture

This is the b.c.c., n d
In the ninety-now we lock it
This is the b.c.c., n d
In the ninety-now we lock it

Verse two: ruck,

my words, yes my heavenly words, word
That get niggaz up in seventy-third
Prefer to chill, but the sun can't do
Due to my temperature tempted to bring it where crew's at
You lack with the skills that it takes to
Ends meet cause it that your ass is weak
My occupation's, operation,
On your station whoever got the hot sound

Who wan tess
Mr. mall-doo, a.k.a. y'all
your chest y'all
Nothing can y'all
From on down to the rest y'all
We runnin your set y'all
the rest y'all, we be the best y'all
Yesh y'all
I crack backs north south and west y'all
We fresh y'all
I did do I guess
I didn't say I doesn't sex I never measure
to wet y'all
Place bottom dollar bets y'all
Chest become messed bored if you flex y'all
y'all
We out to the ship before it's dead y'all
Lock it down with the full press y'all

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Ha ha ha
is the year, the ninety now
On with the flows, conversations beats
Do not microphones
I repeat, do not microphones
concludes our exodus eight men are moving in the ninety now
Very to your health and that's my b.c.c. show you how
You can get with the shit we got
Heltah the rook the rook the ruck the rock man
We shit locked down
Kid, duck [b.c.c.]
Lock it down it down [b.c.c.]
lockdown [b.c.c.]
Lock it down lock it [b.c.c.]
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down [b.c.c.]
The do not stand a chance [b.c.c.]
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I promise you [b.c.c.]
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