Luyện nghe bài hát Pointin' Fingers

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

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

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

Magnetic attracts stacks, repels
Cats jack shorty watch, mimic
Anacondas die spottin' that's sky high
Fully traumatized, why, why

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

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

I improved, dock and move units, fiends who
Younger tooted, faggot you blew 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
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 rooftop, right, aimin' for Uncle Ben
and brims, leathers and Timbs
Jean Paul Gaulthier wear, let it begin

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'

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

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

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

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

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

Myalansky, projects, concept, take the wrong step
in the zone for those who life froze
From poke nose to Venice Beach, 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, have you whole in inferno
But for the most of it, me

Careful your throws, Syndicate never
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 fingers, title you claim
Go here, start swingin', leave, die
the mirage, get scarred dreamin'
Now that he gone, driven his mom