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 people keep him down
Trick a in Miami
X packs the jams
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 power is bold, the politically cold
No judge can ever or ever handle his load
Yes the coming is near and he's to become
The one and only lord son of a gun
Going on and on back the whack
Explain the knack y'all for the fact, c'mon

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He goes on and on 'till he the coast
Tired, of his own race playing him close
Understand his type of music the
Plan of the
You know the attack 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 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 threatens the crowd
The loud sound pound to brothers proud

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

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