Luyện nghe bài hát Terminator X to The Edge of Panic

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Take a at his style
a check of the sound
Off the record people him down
a chick in Miami
Terminator X packs the
Who gives a fuck about a Grammy
and I say the D's defending the mic
Yeah, who gives a fuck about what they
the power is bold, the rhymes politically cold
No judge can ever budge or handle his load
Yes the coming is and he's about to become
The one and only missionary son of a gun
Going on and on back trackin' the
Explain the knack y'all for the fact, c'mon

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He goes on and on 'till he the coast
Tired, wired of his own playing him close
his type of music kills 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, that's why packin' his black piece
Terminator X yellin' his hands
Damn almighty rulin to jam
But his drive against the belt
Sheet, bad by his damn self
Yeah, his one job threatens the crowd
The loud sound pound to make brothers

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Gettin' small room for it all
on the phone so he can
Make the
I you're clockin' the enemy
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 long
make you brain slip and do the slide
Glide into infinity, it's
With your hands in pockets
I your money is spent
Like this, that, butter for the fat
If you kill my dog, I'ma your cat
It's that y'all, can you handle it son
I'm public enemy one

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