Luyện nghe bài hát Pointin' Fingers

My mic sabre track-slashin', rhythmatic
Quasar flamin', Mediterranean
Catastrophic the block logic mafia 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 angry hornet-types on 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
penalties unjust 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, start swingin', leave, die
Stop the mirage, get dreamin'
Now that he gone, his mom screamin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Propositions, ass kickin', it's Math', listen
Mad figures, courted, extorted, craft, switch it
Get it right, and shiest, city insite
I'm trife, hiddin' 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, it's what you
Supreme schemes, hoes, safe but large cargos

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

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

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

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

Slide like jet-ski's, flee, 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, rhyme or crime, my team lock the
Frontline, deaf, and blind, uncivilized
Recognize, yo, rap thugs

Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no for names
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'