Luyện nghe bài hát Terminator X to The Edge of Panic

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Take a at his style
Take a of the sound
Off the people keep him down
Trick a in Miami
Terminator X the jams
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 cold
No judge can budge or ever handle his load
Yes the coming is near and he's about to
The one and only lord son of a gun
Going on and on back trackin' the
the knack y'all for the actual fact, c'mon

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He goes on and on he reaches the coast
Tired, of his own race playing him close
his type of music kills the
Plan of the
You know the pack 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' his hands
Damn almighty ready to jam
But his cuts drive the belt
Sheet, he's bad by his damn
Yeah, his one job cold the crowd
The loud sound pound to make proud

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Gettin' small room for it all
on the phone so he can
Make the
I know you're clockin' the
You should be clockin' the
records I'm wreckin' you
For defecting my
No provokin', no jokin', you know the is set
If you're thinkin' I'm
He ain't it yet
My is takin' you for a long ride
I'll make you brain and do the slide
Glide into infinity, it's
With your in your pockets
I know your is spent
Like this, like that, for the fat
If you my dog, I'ma slay your cat
It's like that y'all, can you it son
I'm public enemy one

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