Luyện nghe bài hát Stay in Line

Throw ya mic son, ya gauge is empty
Plus the wack shit in the game might me
Quickly drop non-stop rec
I took on the road on the lap and desktop
A mixture from up-tempo to slow
figure that's mixed wit Pro Tool
I wit sense the paragraph was intense
Area's dense with the flow from the
Engine powered by five hundred
Press by a threat of joint
For emcee's who spit rap to cause
Cause they on wild kill for fresh meat
On the board, you're just a that's captured
Weak as the lamb that's laying in the
The plug that gave ya juice, I might it
escape these endless waves of rap bullets

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

I'm not insane in fact I'm rational
serrated swords slashing you
I shine to the mic
filled with the unspoiled water that sprits with light
But um, you get of the wealth and livin' large
We of the stealth of camouflage
Cut supply lines, flood ya mans
From high altitude cover the land
in the desert, the journey is stressful
Where the rescues are
They while they search for it, intriguing treasures
Should of taken measures
The rhyme the shank in the yard that kept stabbing ya
A shakedown from to Attica
Because we rock the
Where the write the verse on the walls of cells

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

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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
no collision that'll stop me from screaming

Involving movements, controlling the that's closed in
Wit impact, in fact ya zone is
Submerged in deep of ice
Sceaming a wise by the high-tech
The slightest fame can pain and torture
The author, who came with a offer
Published by whoever made it own it
Is just symatomic for one chaotic