Luyện nghe bài hát Stay in Line

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

[Chorus: Santi (GZA)]
They got no for me
In my can't you see?
I must not or bite it tell me
in line, Stay in line (Stay in line)
Stay in line, in line (Stay in line son)
Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in kid)
in line

I'm not in fact I'm kinda rational
Chrome-plated serrated swords you
I light to the mic
That's filled the unspoiled water that sprits with light
But um, you get high of the wealth and livin'
We of the stealth of camouflage
Cut lines, flood ya mans market
From high altitude cover the target
Lost in the desert, the journey is
Where the rescues are
They while they search for it, intriguing treasures
of taken precautionary measures
The rhyme with the shank in the that kept stabbing ya
A from 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 that caused direct damage ya disco tech
Shoulda' Protect ya

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And do they think they got me? I know
They seen ya picture Don't think so
Now do your and while you were thinking
Ain't no collision that'll stop me screaming

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