Luyện nghe bài hát Stay in Line

Throw down ya mic son, ya gauge is
Plus the wack shit in the game tempt me
Quickly non-stop rec shot
I took on the road on the lap and desktop
A from up-tempo to slow grooves
8-Track figure mixed wit Pro Tool
I rhyme wit sense the paragraph was
Area's dense with the flow from the
Engine powered by five horses
Press by a threat of forces
For emcee's who spit rap to cause
Cause they depend on wild kill for fresh
On the board, just a piece that's captured
Weak as the lamb laying in the pasture
The plug gave ya juice, I might pull it
Can't these endless waves of rap bullets

[Chorus: White (GZA)]
They got no for me
In my life you see?
I must not push or it tell me
in line, Stay in line (Stay in line)
Stay in line, in line (Stay in line son)
Stay in line, in line (Stay in line kid)
Stay in

I'm not insane in fact I'm kinda
Chrome-plated serrated slashing you
I shine to the mic
That's with the unspoiled water that sprits with light
But um, you get of the wealth and livin' large
We rely of the of camouflage
Cut supply lines, flood ya market
high altitude cover the land target
Lost in the desert, the is stressful
the rescues are unsuccessful
They perish while they search for it, intriguing
Should of taken measures
The rhyme with the shank in the yard that kept ya
A shakedown Alcatraz to Attica
we rock the jails
Where the inmates write the verse on the of cells

Ya out cold, ya old
Allah just rolled, attack his wit a plan less bone
Hit ya king with a Check that caused direct damage ya tech
Shoulda' Protect ya

White]
And do think they got me? I don't know
They ya picture baby? Don't think so
Now do your mission and while you were
Ain't no collision stop me from screaming

Involving movements, controlling the squares closed in
Wit impact, in ya zone is frozen
Submerged in deep of ice
Sceaming a wise by the high-tech
The slightest can bring pain and torture
The author, who came with a burning
Published by whoever it must own it
Is just symatomic for one moment