Luyện nghe bài hát Stay in Line

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

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

I'm not insane in fact I'm kinda
Chrome-plated swords slashing you
I light to the mic
That's filled with the unspoiled water that sprits with
But um, you get high of the and livin' large
We of the stealth of camouflage
Cut supply lines, flood ya market
From high altitude cover the target
in the desert, the journey is stressful
Where the rescues are
They perish while they search for it, treasures
of taken precautionary measures
The rhyme the shank in the yard that kept stabbing ya
A shakedown Alcatraz to Attica
Because we rock the
Where the write the verse on the walls of cells

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

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

Involving movements, the squares that's closed in
Wit impact, in fact ya zone is
Submerged in deep of ice
Sceaming a wise by the devise
The slightest fame can bring pain and
The author, who came a burning offer
Published by whoever made it own it
Is just symatomic for one moment