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 in Miami
X packs the jams
Who gives a fuck about a Goddamn
and I say the D's defending the mic
Yeah, who gives a about what they like
Right the is bold, the rhymes politically cold
No judge can ever budge or ever handle his
Yes the coming is near and he's to become
The one and only lord 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 on and on 'till he reaches the coast
Tired, wired of his own playing him close
his type of music kills the
Plan of the
You the pack attack the man
With the palm of his
Police, wild beasts, dogs on a
No to reach, that's why he's packin' 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 make proud

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Gettin' small makin' for it all
on the phone so he can
Make the
I know you're the enemy
You should be clockin' the
records I'm wreckin' you
For my rhyme
No provokin', no jokin', you the stage is set
If thinkin' I'm breakin'
He rocked it yet
My is takin' you for a long ride
make you brain slip and do the slide
Glide infinity, it's infinite
With your hands in pockets
I your money is spent
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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