Luyện nghe bài hát Take It to The Streets

You better recognize what. snatchh your fuckin' head from neck. word
Up it's the cold blooded sin. strickly murder. of doom 94. word 'em
Up this is how we do shit. techs to your record son. shit. fuck that
Shit. 'em up that how we're always been.

50
Yo check it, I feel the like shanet
Collaborate on niggas brains and bend you ass a sinse'
My death sentense is
I out like joe ripken niggas hittin' the floor like the chamber
The sick authorist transmits for no
And activate the plan the inelligents
So listen close like musical
The l.o.d. is deep then the under the stairs
I crack million dollar script like an
And execute like the chair when I inflict
I got the creepiest in this galaxy
And wreck the industry so
with the funk from beneath I creep straight for juggelars
And twist rap for all you motherfuckers
Walk the streets with 19 shots in the lueger
Niggas be scared to face 50 like medusa
The I produce is like gin and juice when it blend
Scenes from braxton you'll never breath again
I rhyme without ability to reason, niggas is of treason
Who's to blame but the to the doom

With punk niggas we got so
(l.o.d. about to it to the streets)
On the mic we definatly got so
(l.o.d. to take it to the streets)

Ron
Roy jay go the mystic magestic flow
From a homicidal clique, yo e make that mix
I hits for the hecks or the shit that causes conflict in the
Beeotch my style set on fire to venus
My seeks the universe while I'm sleepin'
I'm creepin' makin' myself develop the chronic
Electronic million man the mic bionic
So you can feel it in nerves when I blast off into the suburbs
Conduct like ? with electrofying
I freak to suicidal tracks break backs
Niggas scarred fakin' fuckin' atttacks
Oooh when I'm comin' through the
want static yo I got the gun pazoow, wizoow, word up

50
I got the slaughter for brains drive you insain
that shit

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murray:
The moderation of my creation
Is instantaniously with my vocabulation
Trust me as I bust thee, lyrical homicidal from keith murray
If I had 24 hours to and one wish
I wouldn't wish for no lifesavers
I'd start going wild like larry
The funk speach from the l.o.d.
Gets funky freakly and fluently
And deep as mythology on level z
six million ways to die
And eight million stories in the naked city and all shits are lies
So I my wittiest ironist hidious
Psychosis bloodiest decitious
Comin' from out this orbit space 9's wiggle my shit
Meltin' down like synthetic acid
Come half fession' through a section
And get the of your brain drain
With mad man expression, no quesion and no second

Yo 40 and blunts for witches. yeah that's what we got for them
Niggas. yo get on it get off it. l.o.d. we won't forfit.
A-yo check it out. l.o.d. is the man. a-yo put your money where your
Mouth is at nigga yeah. I have you rockin' dazie and reebok pumps
Nigga yeah, yeah. l.o.d. style for 94 and it's on