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. legion of doom 94. 'em
Up this is how we do shit. techs to your record son. shit. fuck that
Shit. word 'em up that how we're been.

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

With punk we got beef so
(l.o.d. to take it to the streets)
On the mic we got beats so
(l.o.d. to take it to the streets)

Ron
Roy jay go the wickedest magestic flow
a homicidal clique, yo e make that psycopathic mix
I hits for the hecks or the shit that causes in the script
Beeotch my set on fire to touch venus
My soul seeks the universe I'm sleepin'
I'm creepin' makin' myself with the chronic
Electronic dollar man the mic bionic
So you can feel it in your nerves when I blast off into the
like ? with electrofying words
I freak to them suicidal break backs
scarred fakin' fuckin' heart atttacks
Oooh when I'm through the crowd
Niggas want yo I got the gun pazoow, wizoow, word up

50
I got the slaughter for your brains drive you
Fuck that

interlude

Keith
The incobation of my creation
Is with my vocabulation accumulation
Trust me as I bust thee, lyrical shit from keith murray
If I had 24 hours to and one wish
I wouldn't wish for no damn
I'd start going like larry davis
The funk vigalante from the l.o.d.
Gets funky and freaky fluently
And as greek mythology on level z
Theres six million to die
And eight million stories in the naked city and all them are lies
So I keep my ironist hidious
Psychosis bloodiest decitious
Comin' from out this orbit deep space 9's my shit
crew down like synthetic acid
Come half steppin' fession' through a
And get the midsection of your brain
With mad man expression, no quesion and no guessin'

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