Luyện nghe bài hát Shell Shock

[Leatha
To my hard rocks, locked in cell blocks, shell shock
Melt the ox in face, displaced in the penalty box
My enemies heart pumps poisonous blood, your choice, the
You do dirt in the rain, your name is mud
Major love to thugs in the back of the
for what? TO avoid bein stuck and blazed up
Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the in the cut
sizzle up, leave you fist fucked, intense cut
>From Leatha and Uey, verbal
Volvo, physical fitness, over tracks statistics
Tripped into the realm with chrome like sunlight
Half of my life is right, the half is a gun fight
Uptight harassin for college satisfaction
101 question askin in of the paddy wagon

Sadly, happen
Lost in captivity, imagine me happily
Big barrels, ammo, man the mammal
Packed in commando, rapidly practice
Crack my on pianos
I torture you with orchestra on your back, the jackel
No to react, combat, flyin scrap metal
Kamikaze degrees, cherry instant fire, wire
Dunn, rock it til your knees drop, over tree
current enforcin, outer bridge crossin
One foot first, is the rebirth, the arson
Caution, furnace flyin, deserters try to black us
the face of the Earth's surface
The heat is up, demon from the east wing
Hitman's bullet, you barely breathin and barely seein
A critically blaze, biblical plague in
Riddle the box, in cops
Sky hugger, Space Jam, in the blizzard of rocks
A space invader, laced with lazers and omega weapons
7, this cannibal mouth, gangsta spectrum
Form an house, fume at 11

[Chorus x2: Leatha Face - Soldiers]
We shell shocked, we burn than a meltin pot
Your skeleton drop, as cells start to pop
We on blocks, while you cats held my the cops
Blow fire you tops, your expired by the shots
Hot wired by the watts, exterminate ya, ya
War displayed by the real

On his saw the spiral, glass hand
Last man to eat tracks like you straight up, hit up a dude
Jean jacket, Austrailian gats, raps
the back with the joint on his neck
Who feelin this? Thugs love this, we way sea level, love
Check out the glove, stay bloodied up, this
Verbal hygiene, the Golden Arm, plus stay warm
See ya out in Mexico, we implantin The
All niggaz snatch money, the sweater, criticize my Fila
Sneakers cheddar, with the heat out
Brolic, large, dynamic, crack your ceramic in half
Go The Grain, we feedin you math
up? Niggaz call it high-tech, big shank reign
Straight out the kitchenette, in the set
I go, analyze all money go
Yeah, you seen him, a 6 double O, bummy clothes

Razah]
Bloody Red Hook, and crooks
Get out my face with them funny looks, ya off studyin books
Let the burn, they brain dead, I feed em the worms
Y'all be actin up and off, in needin to learn
You know the sun as the Earth turns
Nowadays is the ghetto germ, knockin off whoever
I dip your brain in the blood of fire, prophecize like
a crowd to a choir, hot wired space ships
Fed who I hate with, I be Apocalyspe, Tales of the Crypt
the dead out the realm with a 6
Overwhelmed by the smell of the clips, gun smoke, hit
We surrounded by Hell and politics, bulletproof or tips
I'm the on the loudest clip
The maker, Heaven Razah, put of curse on whoever major
Snatch the belt off the weighter
I be a Swarm alligator, slap niggaz way equators
When the dare try to flaunt they

x1.5]

* Various talk in club Poppa Wu sample in background *