Luyện nghe bài hát Terminator X to The Edge of Panic

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Take a at his style
a check of the sound
Off the record keep him down
Trick a chick in
Terminator X the jams
Who gives a fuck a Goddamn Grammy
and I say the D's defending the mic
Yeah, who gives a about what they like
Right the power is bold, the rhymes politically
No judge can ever budge or handle his load
Yes the coming is near and he's about to
The one and missionary lord son of a gun
on and on back trackin' the whack
Explain the knack for the actual fact, c'mon

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He on and on 'till he reaches the coast
Tired, wired of his own playing him close
his type of music kills the
Plan of the
You know the pack the man
With the palm of his
Police, wild beasts, dogs on a
No peace to reach, why he's packin' his black piece
X yellin' with his hands
Damn rulin ready to jam
But his cuts drive the belt
Sheet, bad by his damn self
Yeah, his one job threatens the crowd
The loud pound to make brothers proud

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Gettin' small room for it all
on the phone so he can
Make the
I know you're clockin' the
You be clockin' the time
Checkin' I'm wreckin' you
For my rhyme
No provokin', no jokin', you know the is set
If thinkin' I'm breakin'
He rocked it yet
My education is takin' you for a ride
I'll you brain slip and do the slide
Glide into infinity, it's
With hands in your pockets
I your money is spent
Like this, that, butter for the fat
If you kill my dog, I'ma your cat
It's like y'all, can you handle it son
I'm public enemy one

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