Luyện nghe bài hát Semi - Automatic Full Rap Metal Jacket

Yo, yo...

Chorus:

You hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic rap fanatic
You can't hack the
Of a semi-automatic full rap

one: u-god

I make mean when I pump my spunk
And of chump, of machine gun funk
I bliss, the fist, of the mantis
Those who get dropped and hit the canvas
rigormor', I hit you in the core and
Pop legs well in the figure four
You can't stop the when the blood is coursin
Extortion, I'm comin the headless horseman
Enforcin, tortureous from a fortune
Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in
Don't pop glocks at me then cop a
A thousand leagues beneath the sea
Deep depths makes rappers
rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in
Lay down lines with them hard hits
And I'm harmin, bombin, with bombardments
Pushin, poetry, weed by the pounds
Underground railroad rza track lay it
I'm hard as pavement, you gaze from
Knock you in the head you wonder where the went
It's bangles, microphone getting strangled
general, scars you want to angle
Bizarre thriller, war for a killer
Sheisty mic got my hand-piece throbbin
Slice mics precise on to ice carvings

2x

Verse two: inspector

Yo
I set the mic in flames, like fighter planes
Mc's are shot down long range sniper aim
No question marks, the starts with sparks
My flows explodes like hand grenades your parts
Universal soldier, mo's the
Globe in both hands, born to be sole
Hit the world full blast, my crime pays
Slip past these cyphers and the from the photograph
Best-seller compose a rough
Razor vocabulary cut glass
Actual facts crowds of thousands
You can't catch my style with bugs and taps
Whether rhymes or crimes, I mines regardless
targets, underground like black markets
Pirates of the water feel the aura
Importer of raps that's snuck cross the border
Semi-automatic attack'll spray
Liquid swingin slay all, I'm awol

1.5x

Verse three: thug

Wu-tang be, you softly with this song
You won't survive the outcome I def jams to your eardrums
P.l.o. hits the hardest,
Felony offenders catchin murder one
Open cases, got me out in staircases
The dark jackin cats in elevators
I strike back the jedi, from n.y.
I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin
I be all you need to rock these mic
Projectile style exiles your juvenile freestyle
I'm not your basic street entrepeneuer, tour, packs the luger
High pursuit for the cream like the from bejing
you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene
On facilities, the penalty, doa
Bomb shell your burrow bombay
Opposites attack that's why these thieves strapped
As we, the glove to put shaolin on the map
I loyalty, to my fans fully
Operational raps, that bust your skully
I'm second-to-none I be the top gun
From the of the slums spittin blades from my tongue
your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper
Hit-seeker, sounds that be your speaker
Watch me bang the headpiece kid there's no
My flow lights up the block like a
Murder, underground beef for the
P.l.o., thoughts you never heard of