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

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

Sevah]
Yo, I feel the sudden surge given me the urge to speak (yo up?)
Scream somethin absurd and disturb the peace (fuck y'all!)
Quick to a hot verse to beats
You see the music I'm a prisoner, is my work 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: Immortal Technique, Pen, Swave Sevah]
[I.T.] tighten the grip, on the underground
[P.P.] I fight holdin my brothers down
[S.S.] You done started, with the wrong now
[I.T.] to the cause and we loyal, we don't fuck around
[P.P.] overthrow the whole fuckin underground
[I.T.] Secretly run, by motherfuckers now
[S.S.] So while you little step-and-fetch run around
[all] demolition, we bringin the structure down!

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

[Poison
Hit the block with a pen and glock, a ox and rocks, a spray
If that's a K, play yo' punk-ass with leprosy
Leave you half-murdered beyond, beat and indecent
Leave you with your plastic surgeon for a

Sevah]
Yo, aiyyo I'm with it
And these scars, contusions, concussions,
and pains you from; I probably did it
You ain't worth spit, I put a hit out on your
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"

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

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

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

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