Luyện nghe bài hát Terminator X to The Edge of Panic

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Take a look at his
Take a check of the
Off the record people him down
Trick a chick in
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 politically
No can ever budge or ever 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 the whack
the knack y'all for the actual fact, c'mon

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

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Gettin' small makin' for it all
Flavors on the so he can
Make the
I know you're clockin' the
You should be the time
Checkin' I'm wreckin' you
For defecting my
No provokin', no jokin', you the stage is set
If you're thinkin' I'm
He ain't it yet
My education is takin' you for a ride
I'll make you brain slip and do the
into infinity, it's infinite
With your hands in your
I know your is spent
Like this, that, butter for the fat
If you kill my dog, I'ma slay cat
like that y'all, can you handle it son
I'm public number one

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