Luyện nghe bài hát Pointin' Fingers

My mic track-slashin', rhythmatic navigator
Quasar dart flamin',
with 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 hornet-types on your perimeter
Sinister, car crash impact in

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

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

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

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

I improved, dock and move units, 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, actual facts, slingin' crack
We'll come back, pure garbage, yo, you dumb,
Blow his fuckin' off Joe, call Napolean
The man, Wu-Syndicate, what? Rollin' in

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

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

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

Propositions, fuck ass kickin', 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 ring, never seen, before cats were lovin' 'steen
Mother tote, it ain't what you got, it's what you
Supreme schemes, trustin' hoes, but large cargos

Get Remy bent, probably my be holdin' heavy shit
Syndicate, benevolent flinch, who split the sound of trumpets
the mercury, temperature thirty 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'

hands, front the trophy, he don't 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 zone for those who life
From poke to Venice Beach, locked up in the street
Hit rock, damn, I good, lay back, feel the breeze

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

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

Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no 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'