Luyện nghe bài hát Terminator X to The Edge of Panic

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Take a at his style
a check of the sound
Off the record people him down
a chick in Miami
Terminator X packs the
Who gives a fuck a Goddamn Grammy
Anyway and I say the D's the mic
Yeah, who gives a fuck what they like
the power is bold, the rhymes politically cold
No judge can ever budge or ever his load
Yes the is near and he's about to become
The one and only lord 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, wired of his own race him close
Understand his type of kills the
of the klan
You know the attack the man
the palm of his hands
Police, wild beasts, dogs on a
No peace to reach, that's why he's his black piece
X yellin' with his hands
Damn rulin ready to jam
But his cuts drive the belt
Sheet, he's bad by his 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
Flavors on the so he can
the call
I you're clockin' the enemy
You should be clockin' the
Checkin' records I'm you
For my rhyme
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 long
I'll you brain slip and do the slide
Glide infinity, it's infinite
With your hands in pockets
I know money is spent
Like this, that, butter for the fat
If you kill my dog, I'ma slay cat
It's like that y'all, can you it son
I'm enemy number one

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