Luyện nghe bài hát Tragedy of War (In III Parts)

Jus' style is

Yo, yo, it stink dead rappers, check it
The re-birth, of warfare biological
Delve my Water world, overcome any obstacle
In your body frame we're for the jugular
Kids my styles like D.A. to drug smugglers
Jus the acquisite a prize, the lyrical
You fat, hoochies tryin to glimpse the summit
In the wintertime yo I be killin Storm
your crew in to exactly who done it
Bigg Jus mind invention the king of epic proportions
Lyrical intrigue, the of contortion
computerization virus
Paradoxical sound bombing
My complexity weaves fourth-dimensional in mind
Check the index ego smashin
Propaganda bashin, the merciless
Pry apart your bourgeoisie functions
Smoke the rhymes to give the lung cancer
You is straight slummin
A good investment, a earning
Your high anxiety burning off the fumes my burners
My evil memoirs interleave
To get niggaz high than Kilimanjaro
Indelible confrontation be way out your
So say goodbye, to tomorrow Key
or the king of action
Packed like a liquor store auto when cashin

Never before, have you been to witness
So much cruelty, live and in
In the privacy, of own home

'El P is to spark it'

Alright bring that down
One two
When I walk I out messages
MC's they holiday hollow chocolate mics appear thespian
got a stomach full of pop rocks and thumbtacks ingested
Deaded, similar to cold war Asians as a law can cost
This mister wizard by the kilometer don't resist
Shit alternative fuel combat
I'm on it shit is in a bag via colostomy
Hostile macho stuck to get his buck in a lottery
I'm not dead a crop duster ahead of reservoir bound
Drop the payload, cargo by the Dow Jones'
Got your holed up in a marble chest and rebels leak
Your basic of a mechanized style modular
Fury has no like the gain enslaves the shifty

Quite simply for both of panic, implode
backers provoke my frantic ranting's
Fuck with up and comers in my school is senseless
We all felt arranged from migraines to chronic jaundice
Stepped the country bar flippin strictly Ebonics
Fell upon a M*A*S*H wounded
I froze and felt stony, vision I suppose
Memo track that's just in Japanime and molested
And can't recall the of the action was comfortable express
Shots from the tachyon
I settled directly down to it and studied for demise
Skeletal frames proceed to tree that was splashed
The Jackson Pollack
Without directly coordinating men it's jump Water Down
Dissension, to kill the pig and pay the invention