Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Murder 2

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

Aiyyo such a shame
All dick riders tryin' to corrupt the game
But what it bring, nuttin' but
and one in your fuckin'

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

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

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

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

Grab a hold 'cause you never a
Verbal murder this
Cash comes before soul, so watch shit
Every cat wanna be
on the next one
one

Grab a 'cause you never heard a
Verbal murder like
comes before soul, so watch your shit
Every cat wanna be
on the next one
one

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

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

Fruit, my niggaz live to shoot
Yo it's a strange thing, a nigga never had a
Yo so what happen?, Remember the unknown's a clap-man
Cat stackin', move out the hood that's in

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, wouldn't that, this cat would

Head mad swollen, this man golden
Yo the Senator, sinister, John 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, Rock
Sense, com

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

He was fuckin' wit me, I ain't no MC
the knowledge there's a lil' thug blood in me
This stud into me, beef it was fin' to be
My appetite for destruction is

He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and
Rocked Adidas but he had no
I tell in high school that he had no fights
Hold dick than he hold mics

He his punchlines
current events, called for backup
Like one time when he it was Sense
That deliver words with intents to

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

In the of the party
His identified the body
Left him the wait-list sayin'
"I can't this fake shit"

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