Luyện nghe bài hát Terminator X to The Edge of Panic

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Take a at his style
Take a check of the
Off the record people him down
Trick a chick in
Terminator X the jams
Who gives a fuck a Goddamn Grammy
Anyway and I say the D's the mic
Yeah, who gives a fuck about what like
Right the power is bold, the politically cold
No judge can budge or ever handle his load
Yes the coming is near and about to become
The one and missionary lord son of a gun
Going on and on trackin' the whack
Explain the knack y'all for the actual fact,

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He on and on 'till he reaches the coast
Tired, of his own race playing him close
his type of music kills the
Plan of the
You know the attack the man
With the of his hands
Police, wild beasts, 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 against the belt
Sheet, he's bad by his self
Yeah, his one job cold the crowd
The sound pound to make brothers proud

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Gettin' small room for it all
Flavors on the so he can
the call
I know you're clockin' the
You should be 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 you for a long ride
I'll make you brain slip and do the
Glide infinity, it's infinite
With hands in your pockets
I know your money is
this, like that, butter for the fat
If you kill my dog, I'ma your cat
like that y'all, can you handle it son
I'm public enemy one

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