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 record keep him down
a chick in Miami
Terminator X packs the
Who gives a fuck a Goddamn Grammy
and I say the D's defending the mic
Yeah, who gives a fuck about what like
Right the power is bold, the rhymes cold
No judge can ever or ever handle his load
Yes the coming is and he's about to become
The one and only missionary 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 goes on and on 'till he the coast
Tired, wired of his own race him close
Understand his type of kills the
of the klan
You know the attack the man
With the palm of his
Police, beasts, dogs on a leash
No peace to reach, that's why packin' his black piece
X yellin' with his hands
Damn almighty ready to jam
But his cuts drive against the
Sheet, he's bad by his damn
Yeah, his one job cold 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 you're clockin' the enemy
You should be the time
Checkin' I'm wreckin' you
For defecting my
No provokin', no jokin', you know the is set
If you're I'm breakin'
He ain't it yet
My is takin' you for a long ride
I'll make you brain slip and do the
Glide into infinity, it's
With your hands in your
I know your money is
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 number one

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