Luyện nghe bài hát Pointin' Fingers

My mic sabre track-slashin', navigator
Quasar dart flamin',
Catastrophic with the logic mafia cat
Maneuv' swift, O.G. got some

Got the raw deal on the war
Sixty ton guns on timin' of your shield
We on it like angry on your perimeter
Sinister, car impact in vehicular

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

Magnetic stacks, repels cosmetic
Cats would shorty watch, mimic
Anacondas die bombers that's sky high
traumatized, wonderin' why, why

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

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

I improved, dock and units, fiends who shooted
Younger cats tooted, faggot you blew it, me the gat, do him
Dime art rap, perhaps 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 head off Joe, call Napolean
The only man, Wu-Syndicate, Rollin' in

Bring me modern chokes to the cocktail Colombian, men
Sniper from your rooftop, right, aimin' for Ben
Feathers and brims, leathers and
Jean Gaulthier wear, bitches let it begin

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 dreamin'
Now that he gone, his mom screamin'

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

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

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

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

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

Lame hands, front the trophy, he deserve that
Herb hard with the gat, screamin' he splurged that
Most of these cats frontin', look poke tax
Runnin', look, tote, all up on wax

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

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

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, you claim
Go here, start swingin', leave, die
the mirage, get scarred dreamin'
Now he gone, driven his mom screamin'