Luyện nghe bài hát Terminator X to The Edge of Panic

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Take a look at his
a check of the sound
Off the record keep him down
Trick a chick in
Terminator X packs the
Who gives a fuck about a Grammy
Anyway and I say the D's the mic
Yeah, who gives a about what they like
the power is bold, the rhymes politically cold
No judge can ever or ever handle his load
Yes the is near and he's about to become
The one and only lord son of a gun
Going on and on trackin' the whack
Explain the y'all for the actual fact, c'mon

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He goes on and on 'till he reaches the
Tired, of his own race playing him close
his type of music kills the
Plan of the
You know the pack the man
With the of his hands
Police, beasts, dogs on a leash
No peace to reach, that's why he's his black piece
Terminator X yellin' his hands
Damn almighty rulin to jam
But his cuts drive the belt
Sheet, he's bad by his self
Yeah, his one job threatens the crowd
The sound 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 clockin' the enemy
You be clockin' the time
Checkin' records I'm you
For my rhyme
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 ride
make you brain slip and do the slide
Glide into infinity, it's
With your hands in pockets
I know your money is
Like this, that, butter for the fat
If you kill my dog, I'ma slay cat
It's like y'all, can you handle it son
I'm enemy number one

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