Luyện nghe bài hát Terminator X to The Edge of Panic

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Take a look at his
Take a of the sound
Off the record people him down
a chick in Miami
Terminator X packs the
Who gives a about a Goddamn Grammy
and I say the D's defending the mic
Yeah, who gives a fuck about what they
the power is bold, the rhymes politically cold
No can ever budge or ever handle his load
Yes the coming is near and he's about to
The one and only missionary son of a gun
Going on and on back the whack
Explain the knack y'all for the fact, c'mon

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He goes on and on 'till he the coast
Tired, wired of his own playing him close
his type of music kills the
Plan of the
You know the pack the man
With the of his hands
Police, beasts, dogs on a leash
No peace to reach, that's why packin' his black piece
Terminator X yellin' his hands
almighty 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 make 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
records I'm wreckin' you
For defecting my
No provokin', no jokin', you know the is set
If you're I'm breakin'
He rocked it yet
My education is takin' you for a ride
make you brain slip and do the slide
Glide into infinity, infinite
With your hands in your
I know money is spent
Like this, that, butter for the fat
If you my dog, I'ma slay your cat
like that y'all, can you handle it son
I'm enemy number one

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