Luyện nghe bài hát Terminator X to The Edge of Panic

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Take a at his style
Take a of the sound
Off the people keep him down
Trick a in Miami
Terminator X packs the
Who gives a fuck about a Grammy
Anyway and I say the D's the mic
Yeah, who gives a fuck about they like
Right the is bold, the rhymes politically cold
No judge can ever budge or handle his load
Yes the is near and he's about to become
The one and missionary lord son of a gun
Going on and on back the whack
Explain the knack y'all for the actual fact,

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He on and on 'till he reaches the coast
Tired, wired of his own playing him close
Understand his type of music the
Plan of the
You the pack attack the man
the palm of his hands
Police, wild beasts, on a leash
No peace to reach, why he's packin' his black piece
Terminator X yellin' his hands
Damn almighty ready to jam
But his cuts drive against the
Sheet, he's bad by his damn
Yeah, his one job threatens the crowd
The loud sound to make brothers proud

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Gettin' makin' room for it all
on the phone so he can
Make the
I know you're clockin' the
You should be clockin' the
Checkin' I'm wreckin' you
For defecting my
No provokin', no jokin', you the stage is set
If thinkin' I'm breakin'
He rocked it yet
My education is takin' you for a long
I'll make you slip and do the slide
Glide into infinity, infinite
With your hands in pockets
I know your money is
this, like that, butter for the fat
If you my dog, I'ma slay your cat
like that y'all, can you handle it son
I'm enemy number one

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