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 keep him
Trick a chick in
X packs the jams
Who gives a fuck about a Grammy
and I say the D's defending the mic
Yeah, who a fuck 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 about to become
The one and only missionary son of a gun
Going on and on back trackin' the
Explain the knack for the actual fact, c'mon

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He goes on and on 'till he 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
the palm of his hands
Police, wild beasts, on a leash
No peace to reach, why he's packin' his black piece
Terminator X yellin' with his
Damn rulin ready to jam
But his cuts against the belt
Sheet, bad by his damn self
Yeah, his one job threatens the crowd
The loud sound pound to brothers proud

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Gettin' small room 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 know the is set
If you're I'm breakin'
He ain't it yet
My education is you for a long ride
I'll you brain slip and do the slide
Glide infinity, it's infinite
your hands in your pockets
I know your money is
Like this, like that, for the fat
If you kill my dog, slay your cat
It's like y'all, can you handle it son
I'm public number one

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