Luyện nghe bài hát Stronghold Grip

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[Immortal
Immortal Technique, Pen
Swave motherfucker (get 'em right now!)

I leave government and murderers
wrapped in plastic like furniture
I put the iron in you, like the of Earth's curvature
And make your block turn into the, border of
My dirtier than juiced-up players in baseball
And beat you in the head like a with an 8-ball
You got Stockholm Syndrome, and that's why I hate
Cause you be biggin up the industry while they rape

[Poison
Yeah, I spaz out (spaz out) and beat the out niggaz
You fag out (fag out) and beat the jizz out
Gloves (check) ski mask (check) tape (check)
Get a ducat and lost and and break neck
Bed-Stuy, BestBuy, and rush the {?}
Rip up the pavement, the whole block on you
Pop up, you get it
Like Ricky in "Boyz N the Hood," to scratch a lotto ticket

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

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

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

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

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

Technique]
You play Scarface a microphone's in the room
But you like Pacino in "Dog Day Afternoon"

Pen]
ASCAP clappin 'em, all rap traps
that diamonds off your neck, worth 50 dead Africans

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

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

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