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 from up-tempo to slow grooves
8-Track figure that's wit Pro Tool
I rhyme wit sense the was intense
Area's dense with the flow the sentence
powered by five hundred horses
Press by a threat of joint
For emcee's who spit rap to cause
they depend on wild kill for fresh meat
On the board, just a piece that's captured
Weak as the lamb that's laying in the
The plug that gave ya juice, I pull it
Can't escape endless waves of rap bullets

Santi White (GZA)]
They got no for me
In my life you see?
I must not or bite it tell me
in line, Stay 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 in fact I'm kinda rational
Chrome-plated swords slashing you
I shine to the mic
That's filled the unspoiled water that sprits with light
But um, you get high of the wealth and large
We rely of the of camouflage
Cut supply lines, flood ya market
From altitude cover the land target
Lost in the desert, the is stressful
Where the rescues are
They perish while they for it, intriguing treasures
Should of taken precautionary
The with the shank in the yard that kept stabbing ya
A shakedown from to Attica
Because we rock the
Where the inmates write the verse on the of cells

Ya out cold, ya old
Allah just rolled, his skull wit a plan less bone
Hit ya king a Check that caused direct damage ya disco tech
Protect ya Neck

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

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