Luyện nghe bài hát Sonic Boom

[Verse
Sonic boom to the head of a dread cause tread
Upon the Flatline [?] niggas so now he's
Straight out the door, dirty dungeon
I broadcast and watch Sport Center, Rashad
Tic tac toe we smack in theAnnotate back, oh
I seem to catch a vic' if a nigga he slick
I eat a appetizer
Shady a visor
Punch you in your with my ring the high riser
Kitty cat kitty cat a mouse for you to house
But the cat was dead when the dog bit off his head
On the contrary, legendary
So I
punk pussy ass in the pet cemetery

When a hit
I'm bringing the mad quick
Flipping the script and ripping your shit up so slip
Jesus Christ, should think twice the crucifix
Dip dip diver I'm coming than the full clip
Dig up the grave violate your place
Rest in peace, pieces, believe that chase
A nigga through the graveyard, the 100 yard
Passionately your cash you're out of gas
Don't try to flinch I got the itchy trigger
Ringing the neck and bringing the thing a ling a and run your check nigga
Open up a womb from a tune soon
All of the goons [?] bust 'em sonic boom

BOOM to the head, you're dead now sonic {x8}
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BAM!

[Verse Gravedigger]
with a grip made out of tombstones
With a [?] broken bone and broken dome
I'm a rebel so I catch up the devil
Put my on his level with the treble, you're a pebble
The ink pen is sinking, the motherfucking pin
It's the so I doubt when I'm creeping
Hit you when you're sleeping, lug you down like a log to the morgue
Get you [?] put one in the cord
I'm (gun), I'm shooting [?] a motherfuck
I buck a truck
One, two your luck

Three crazy motherfuckers, with mental problems
In my dreams, I'm busting Glocks to goblins
And monsters, under my bed go get the
Hammer, mack a framalama, mad dead
So let's freeze tag upon the burial ground
(Sonic Boom!)
Everybody, that sound?
One, two, three, four,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Eleven,
I'm to pop a dozen shells

[Verse Gravedigger]
Gravedigger the behind the trigger so you figure
It's time to your own cause you feel you're getting bigger
You was my son [?]
I'm Flatline freaking, Glock gonna burst
And all my bodies are in a hearse
Let's visit the graveyard like the rabbit and the
Jumping over tombstones jumping over hurdles
I loaded the like the back of my hand
I'm like [?] van
God damn, fitting [?]
I got a gun I never run I will I never ran

I'm six feet deep
I into the crypt without your grave
A peaceful
Six or seven bullets to his
my name?
(Redrum the nigga the slum)
And where I'm
(Brooklyn, he got his gun)
I'm the Flatline Massive, gun in the darkness
Sparking a fucking philly in the
You wanna puff? The is rough...tough guy
You coming dead, live (check it)
All I wanna do is zooma zooma zooma
a .44 and put your ass in a tomb