Luyện nghe bài hát Pointin' Fingers

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

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

Crime Syndicate asserted this raw dosage
Blow your mind focus, links in 3 voltages
Love is amongst us, you cause pass
Receive unjust is how my team rush

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

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

Just a seven this rap doses, cats is bogus
Keep your open, shakin' the dice, stay alive, focus
Myalansky cold as ice, don't 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, perhaps lungs collapse, let me track
Slapped for talkin', snitchin', get at

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

me modern chokes to the cocktail Colombian, hungry men
Sniper from rooftop, right, aimin' for Uncle Ben
Feathers and brims, and Timbs
Paul Gaulthier wear, bitches let it begin

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

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

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

More fiend fiend lusted CREAM, the precusions
My ring, never seen, before cats were lovin' 'steen
Mother tote, it ain't what you got, it's you know
schemes, trustin' hoes, safe but large cargos

Get Remy bent, probably my posse be holdin' heavy
Syndicate, benevolent flinch, who split 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, start swingin', leave, die
the mirage, get scarred dreamin'
Now he gone, driven his mom screamin'

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

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

Slide like jet-ski's, flee, smokin' nestles
Strees-free, these three, Napolean, Joe Mafia, my comrades
Saigon, 'nam the dome tag, have you whole block in inferno
But for the of it, me unposted

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

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