Luyện nghe bài hát The Interrogation

Hieroglyphics
Yeah, yeah!

Yo, we delicate precision I erect the
Make you respect the
Man I'm chillin' with these I'm gettin'
Cashola when I over tracks, yo I mack
to break a ho back, we spin that ass over
Stop hatin' my dogs mash on ya
Niggas claimin' they ballers they even sack dosia
No chicks, just a trick, some wack (bova? )
No range rover a moped and a crashed nova
Y'all speak but then you leave scarred
When you see my deep squad it mean you to meet god
Is you a retard, it get heavy when start
Snatch weak broad then we playin' leapfrog

Yeah we explicit
complicit, bust it
I gets usin' the arts of mystics
Break the shit then I start to twist it
Blow it, into the
I touch the microphone it's a win-win, situation
You in I'm goin' for the ball
It's all concentration and placement
Boxin' niggas out any house
Any time, any where, any how, nigga feel me
Phenomenon, for the mash on the
Off the sour cobwebs in my calabash
on you scalawags
Then blow up some power plants
Don't have to ask you yo how was

[chorus:
we inter-continental
Multiple mentals, possessive of all
Movin' on you
Man what we off in to
what we was meant to do
Uh we inter-continental
missile
Melt bones, flesh and
Put away your
Cause you gon' feel us we hit you
Nigga we the hiero crew,

Ay,
They got the heart to battle us
Our stay talentless
I'm fuckin' (funabulous? )
No need to counteract you counter-attack us kinda wack
in static with the lymphatic pimp at it
Large and the you was still swift at it rhythmatic
With shit
Wordsmith versatile while of the nile style
'll get you
They see your picture they get your obituary
You scary-ass low-class nigga
Broke-ass you don't know cash, nigga

Aw
I'm like side street speedin'
Sharp
Rack and pinion steering veerin' towards the &
runnin', machine-gunnin'
Gasoline mark fuhrman, burnin', leave nothin'
No evidence just presidents
The fed's nemesis treacherous residents
Who got weapons scopes on 'em op' squash it
deep as the exorcist tryin' to cause a closed coffin
Man I'm on a mic show
Like a loaned
The rest are so
Pseudo-scientific but you know infinite
Fuck a diamond I concentrate

tajai]
Yeah we
Meditated state balanced mental
Movin' on you
Mashin' on the
Man what we meant to do
Uh, yeah we
missile
Melt bones, flesh and
You fi'n to feel shit when we hit you
We into you, this is the crew, marks

dee]
Yeah it's metal gear for the track
Sword blaze your up
Swing my laser a space-age sensei
The sashe
on the messiah
It's draw
Rapid through your rap attire
I ya
Sciatica your automatics
Dazzled 'em with force that's haphazardous
Third-rail ya taggers with flow, hell
I nailed raymond, you baggage
A stale
Sharp hatchet here's
(rally? )
Draw like salvador dali
Out the drawer to the
Snatchin' clowns get cracked up at the colli
Like niggas tryin' to 720 wind into our alley

love]
It was written in the tablets
Hieroglyphics microphones savage
Puttin' imperium on the map
be lettin' they lips flap
Speakin' on my crew in front the
Dude, what kinda shit's
You to get slapped
Car-jacked and smacked
And get bitch kidnapped
And I even get down like that
But word get around
Guess you wanna hear me some town shit
Nah I got a different style, in the percentile
While you tryin' to get down I been with real niggas
will make you wig-wiggle
While I'm gigglin' stickin' ya with the dill pickle,
You feel

[chorus:
We
You corny niggas always usin' stencils
you mentals
I hope you got
Nigga the hiero crew, marks
Yeah we
missle
Melt bones, flesh and
on you minstrels
Mashin' on the
this the hiero crew, marks!