Luyện nghe bài hát Stronghold Grip

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sevah]
Yo, aiyyo I'm hard-bodied it
And these scars, contusions, concussions,
and pains you suffer I probably did it
You ain't spit, I put a hit out on your mother
fuck up you and your four brothers

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

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

Sevah]
Yo, this dude is truly a
That stuff got you feelin tough, must be sniffin +Peruvian

[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.] in submission holds and choked 'til you tap out
[I.T.] And shut down your party like Houston's crackhouse
[P.P.] Stronghold, and direct up in your set
[S.S.] The habitual line - Swave, Pen and Tech

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