Luyện nghe bài hát Pointin' Fingers

My mic track-slashin', rhythmatic navigator
Quasar flamin', Mediterranean
Catastrophic with the block logic cat
Maneuv' swift, O.G. got projects

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

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

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

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

a seven from this rap doses, cats is bogus
Keep your eyes open, shakin' the dice, alive, focus
Myalansky cold as ice, don't lose life
City red, shiest all night, lower the price

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

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

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

rap thugs, gun slingers, no need for names
We don't point fingers, you claim
Go here, swingin', leave, die stingin'
Stop the mirage, get scarred
Now he gone, driven his mom screamin'

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

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

More fiend lusted CREAM, busted the precusions
My ears ring, seen, before cats were lovin' 'steen
Mother tote, it ain't you got, it's what you know
Supreme schemes, trustin' hoes, but large cargos

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

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

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

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

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

your throws, Syndicate never fold
Sunshine, rhyme or crime, my team lock the
Frontline, deaf, dumb and blind,
Recognize, yo, rap thugs

Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no for names
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'