Luyện nghe bài hát Pointin' Fingers

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

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

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

Magnetic attracts stacks, repels
would jack shorty watch, mimic
Anacondas die spottin' bombers that's sky
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 this rap doses, cats is bogus
your eyes open, shakin' the dice, stay alive, focus
Myalansky cold as ice, don't your life
City red, bubble all night, lower the price

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

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

Bring me modern chokes to the cocktail Colombian, men
Sniper from your rooftop, right, 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, start swingin', leave, die
the mirage, get scarred dreamin'
Now that he gone, his mom screamin'

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

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

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

Get Remy bent, probably my posse be holdin' shit
Syndicate, benevolent flinch, who blocks the sound of trumpets
the mercury, temperature thirty degrees
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, swingin', leave, die stingin'
the mirage, get scarred dreamin'
Now that he gone, his mom screamin'

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

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

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

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