Luyện nghe bài hát Stronghold Grip

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Technique]
Immortal Technique, Pen
Sevah motherfucker (get 'em right now!)

I leave spies and murderers
in plastic like Dominican furniture
I put the iron in you, like the center of curvature
And make your block into the, border of Serbia
My flow's dirtier than juiced-up in baseball
And beat you in the head a sock with an 8-ball
You got Stockholm Syndrome, and that's why I hate
Cause you be up the industry while they rape y'all

Pen]
Yeah, I spaz out (spaz out) and the shit out niggaz
You fag out (fag out) and beat the out niggaz
(check) ski mask (check) duct tape (check)
Get a and lost and recovered and break neck
Bed-Stuy, BestBuy, and rush the {?}
Rip up the pavement, throw the whole on you
Pop up, you get it
Like Ricky in "Boyz N the Hood," stoppin to a lotto ticket

[Swave
Yo, I the sudden surge given me the urge to speak (yo what up?)
Scream that's absurd and disturb the peace (fuck y'all!)
Quick to throw a hot to beats
You see the I'm a prisoner, hip-hop is my work release
I'm not the same Swave you knew, I'm a whole new
More and aggressive, my attitude worsened
I raise on this earth
Your rap is over, you Casanova's gon' end up like Levert, bitch!

[Chorus: Immortal Technique, Pen, Swave Sevah]
[I.T.] tighten the grip, on the underground
[P.P.] I fight holdin my brothers down
[S.S.] You started, with the wrong motherfucker now
[I.T.] Married to the cause and we loyal, we don't fuck
[P.P.] Stronghold overthrow the whole fuckin
[I.T.] run, by commercial motherfuckers now
[S.S.] So while you little niggaz run around
[all] Controlled demolition, we the structure down!

[Immortal
Immortal Technique nigga, I'm the type to
me and my dogs fight to the death like Michael Vick's
And I don't hit so I'm not gonna mangle your wiz
A with an AIDS race'll handle the biz

Pen]
Hit the block with a pen and glock, a ox and rocks, a devil
If that's a K, play yo' punk-ass with leprosy
Leave you beyond, recognition beat and indecent
Leave you with your surgeon for a remix

Sevah]
Yo, aiyyo I'm hard-bodied it
And these scars, contusions, concussions,
and pains you from; I probably did it
You worth spit, I put a hit out on your mother
Then fuck up you and four brothers

[Immortal
You play Scarface when a microphone's in the
But you like Pacino in "Dog Day Afternoon"

[Poison
clappin 'em, all this rap traps
Snatch diamonds off your neck, worth 50 dead Africans

[Swave
Yo, this dude is truly a
That stuff got you tough, must be sniffin +Peruvian Coke+

[I.T.] We spit Cold War syndrome, it the bones
[P.P.] my dependance on your bitch face when it splatters you on
[S.S.] Thrown in holds and choked 'til you tap out
[I.T.] And shut down your party like Whitney Houston's
[P.P.] Stronghold, live and up in your set
[S.S.] The line steppers - Swave, Pen and Tech

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