Luyện nghe bài hát Pointin' Fingers

My mic sabre track-slashin', rhythmatic
dart flamin', Mediterranean
Catastrophic the block logic mafia cat
Maneuv' swift, O.G. got projects

Got the raw on the war field
Sixty trillion ton guns on of your shield
We on it like angry hornet-types on perimeter
Sinister, car impact in vehicular

Crime Syndicate just asserted raw dosage
Blow your focus, mastermind links in 3 voltages
is love amongst us, you cause pass
Receive penalties unjust is how my rush

Magnetic attracts stacks, repels
Cats would shorty watch, mimic
Anacondas die spottin' bombers sky high
traumatized, wonderin' why, why

Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no need for
We don't point fingers, title you
Go here, swingin', leave, die stingin'
the mirage, get scarred dreamin'
Now that he gone, his mom screamin'

a seven from this rap doses, cats is bogus
Keep your open, shakin' the dice, stay alive, focus
Myalansky cold as ice, lose your life
City red, shiest all night, lower the price

I improved, dock and units, fiends who shooted
Younger cats tooted, faggot you it, give me the gat, do him
Dime art rap, lungs collapse, let me back track
Slapped for talkin', snitchin', get at

Projects, actual facts, slingin' crack
come back, pure garbage, yo, you dumb, black?
Blow his fuckin' head off Joe, Napolean
The only man, Wu-Syndicate, Rollin' in

Bring me modern to the cocktail Colombian, hungry men
Sniper from your rooftop, right, for Uncle Ben
and brims, leathers and Timbs
Jean Gaulthier wear, bitches let it begin

Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no for names
We point fingers, title you claim
Go here, start swingin', leave, die
Stop the mirage, get dreamin'
Now that he gone, driven his mom

Valentino, 'bino, ghetto Tarentino
Conceal weapons, brought adolescence, insert to your project
a stolen tre-ocho, maneuver thru old foes
Who Fold the bitch in choke hold

Propositions, ass kickin', it's Math', listen
Mad figures, courted, extorted, craft, switch it
Get it right, shifty and shiest, city
I'm busy trife, hiddin' flights, premeditated

More fiend fiend CREAM, busted the precusions
My ears ring, never seen, before cats were lovin'
Mother tote, it what you got, it's what you know
schemes, trustin' hoes, safe but large cargos

Get Remy bent, my posse be holdin' heavy shit
Syndicate, benevolent flinch, who blocks the sound of trumpets
Inside the mercury, thirty degrees
D.A. and the V.A., the worensy,

Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no for names
We point fingers, title you claim
Go here, swingin', leave, die stingin'
Stop the mirage, get scarred
Now that he gone, driven his mom

Lame hands, front the trophy, he don't that
Herb frontin' hard the gat, screamin' he splurged that
Most of these cats frontin', look poke tax
Runnin', look, tote, all up on wax

Myalansky, projects, original concept, take the step
Caught in the zone for those who life
From poke nose to Venice Beach, locked up in the
Hit rock, damn, I good, lay back, feel the breeze

Slide like jet-ski's, flee, smokin' some
Strees-free, these three, Napolean, Joe Mafia, my comrades
Saigon, 'nam without the dome tag, have you whole block in
But for the most of it, me

Careful your throws, never fold
Sunshine, or crime, my team lock the show
Frontline, deaf, and blind, uncivilized
Recognize, yo, fake rap

Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no for names
We don't point fingers, title you
Go here, start swingin', leave, die
Stop the mirage, get dreamin'
Now that he gone, his mom screamin'