Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Per View

* sample in background from redman's "cosmic slop" (4x)
--> passenger's we're on a non-central journey
To hell and

sermon]

Good evening all you smokers
to the darksides of def squad
Where you bout to hear the of passione,
Lbm, kel vicious, keith
you to the legion of dume, and beyond
This is a pay per view
Some shit you hear, yaknahmsayin?
get ready to rumble, yeah..

When my, funk's like flex
I touch more earsets nynex
Lbm puts words like triple yahtzee
open heart surgeries with a hand-grip shottie
My creepy wisdom with leaky ism splits em
And attacks the like an exorcism
leaks out my ink pen, I start killin
Stinkin, like ? ? joe rifkind? ?
(rifkind.. rifkind..) yahh!!
I strangle from a brooklyn angle
mangle (and tango) incur single

[e. sermon sings method man]

As the world goes around, I'm breakin down
Like the predator, niggaz check my
(yea, up) let the bullshit, ride, put the clip inside the steel
When the verbal starts to peel, motherfuckers the deal (yeah)
Like ac/dc (word? ) I'm charged off the
The cipher is my soul psych the is my serenity (word up)
Time and again I grip the pen with a vengeance
Disruption of your cypher niggaz label me a
The villain, I'm feelin, another, lyrical
Eruptin, bustin out my (whoo!)
So ignite the it's the lyrically insane
I, open up the vault for the buried treasure
? ? in the brain, increase the measures do whatever

[keith
Whatever.. niggaz! mu..
Keith what? y'all don't want it, I get widdit
Quicker, than a nigga with a done shitted
Niggaz, be like, it
Cause my be expeditions
For on them straight looney missions (nigga)
Funk lord productions be somethin (word)
For niggaz in the street who fight
And press charges, I got (bitch)
that, you could get the bozack
Cause I leave homicide and all you hoes know that

sermon]
Right about now, kelly kel
Kel vicious, to get.. ill

[kel
I make a hundred crews me enough respect
my shit got the major funk effect, so check it
Select it, my rap style be highly
Challenge kel get burnt, expect it
I'm twenty-one, and I'm a
The def squad, l.o.d. on and on
These forty drinkers, drinkers, big drug sellers
Smellin like a blunt and if you front I'll your melon
What's your name? kelly kel, where you I'm from c.i.
What the fuck you wanna for punk? you ready to die?
Your biological clock, is while I'm kickin
Forty ounce dreams of blunts and wishes for you bitches
This is mr. kel vicious with the ill flow
Knockin punks out like my name was riddick

* sample repeats in background from "cosmic slop" (to fade)
--> attention passenger's we're on a journey
To hell and

[erick
Yo, haha, and that was just like I ya
Was be for all them niggaz
daisy duke and reebok pumps
Up in ya, ya