Luyện nghe bài hát Pump

Are you ready for a
With a mouth of hand grenades?
Watch a brothers tongue
With the of a razor blade over butter
In the middle of a heat wave, ways

Got a baby in part of the city
'Cause I'm street
Did you want to clash with me?
paint a picture sad to see
Like a brother from a rope in an apple

Did you really believe these couldn't achieve
Filling my pockets with the cheese and the
Watch you trippin' on some of that
That be off the ozone mention my clique
Now she don't want to put her on

You better who to idolize over tracks
Or a match to the batch
Of the for the pay back
'Cause the S.W. play that
I them till the moon fade black

sentimental on an instrumental
When it's complemental to the psycho
Alpha, disco, quick to split your
From the max to the

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Terminal condition the mic is in position
To slit them from the solar to the neck up
Giving a hemorrhage with the double concussion
Propelling my nemesis multiple combination

In 3D images split a wig when a trip
Never mind what your sipping on, you trippin' on?
Is it tricks or the on the Brougham
Or the way my city get it gritty in your time

Monologue get mind blown, you ducking
In the when the infrared roam
Turn up the and watch a poetical prophecy properly
Rock the made for the rap game

I paid dues, slayed for the rap game
Drop and got chose for the rap game
I'm off the cliff ready to dive
What, what, what, on

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Psycho, alphabetical, street

Was it the night we dragged hommie through the night club
him fold up when he loc'd up
Droppin' heat to his dome
a hot comb to his dome when he spoke up

All look away when the A to the K O M A C K
Get to rippin' through the with the wrath of a bullet
Bet your corner a ricochet

Propelling with the light speed laid back
Like a kneed, eye to eye with the enemy
While the proceed to achieve
enemies to a realm in a calm breeze

I shall rip it till my cease
spittin' game in the city streets
And rippin' heads off of robeast
Sincerely yours mack with the khakis creased

trippin' on?

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it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve
Damn if I ain't superb it
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it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve
'Damn if I superb with it
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