Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Murder 2

Yo, Squad, Pete Rock collabo'
git-go, yo yo

Aiyyo it's a shame
All these dick riders to corrupt the game
But it bring, nuttin' but pain
and one in your brain

Ain't nuttin' since the album I'm still whylin'
I'm still violent been waitin' for this moment
Phil Collins, for all my life I've been trifer than trifer
Hyper than hype, when fightin' to
It's like, tonight is the

And I ain't even to let a nigga slide
I've dyin' to get a gat
I dared to try now to die
I rush crib like Jehovah's Witness, blow up any

Soldiers, infants, hold up, did you notice my heroic
I'm so relentless in this field of rap, everything is real in
Fully backed by who be peelin' caps
I the rapper like linebackers, play my rhyme backwards

You can the Devil
Speak his mind fine graphics
Things get drastic, for my plastic
I pack clips, my nuts and my fat dick

Grab a hold you never heard a
Verbal like this
Cash comes before soul, so your shit
Every cat be enormous
Plottin' on the one
one

Grab a hold 'cause you heard a
Verbal murder like
Cash comes soul, so watch your shit
cat wanna be enormous
Plottin' on the one
one

Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it the color purple
My niggaz comin' and still hurt you
Wipe y'all Kleenex cats who stay of germs
We hit Fifth Ave, while still hit Stern's

Don't really care 'bout y'all, really 'bout y'all
Yo on our side we do our thing, the cut
Let the phone ring, Rock connect team
From M-V to L-C, my thugs thuggin' it
Snatchin' niggaz out of the booth, it

Strange Fruit, my niggaz live to
Yo it's a thing, a nigga never had a suit
Yo so bust what happen?, the unknown's a clap-man
Cat stackin', out the hood that's in Manhattan

Got big headed, misleaded, then
Yo the beef deaded, his squad afraid to set it
Yo I heard son, son is iceberg Dunn
Got up out the hood, believe that, this cat would

Head mad swollen, flamboyant this man
Yo the Senator, crime sinister, Dillinger
Better respect my or I'm the minister

Verbally I catch
separate the men from the boys, guru
Verbal attack,
Big Pun, Punisher, Noreaga, nore, Pete
Sense, com

Yo, we begun the story, Com, Pun and Nore
Look to the sun for glory as time before me
I'm after the day of judgment I'm still the
Jury, why I was in a gun orgy

He was fuckin' wit me, I no duckin' MC
With the knowledge there's a thug blood in me
This bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be
My for destruction is finicky

He was an industry type, by magazines and snipes
Adidas but he had no stripes
I could in high school that he had no fights
Hold better than he hold mics

He spiked his
With events, called for backup
one time when he heard it was Sense
That deliver words with to kill

the hip-hop type, country rapper, or big wheel
I some raps back, that peeled his cap back
thought I was Abstract
Now his is backtracked

In the of the party
His crew identified the
Left him the wait-list sayin'
"I take this fake shit"

Yo, Yo
Big Pun,
Com Sense for the eight
Get it