Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Murder 2

Yo, Terror Squad, Pete 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 fuckin' brain

Ain't nuttin' changed since the album I'm still
I'm still violent I've waitin' for this moment
like Phil Collins, for all my 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 to try now prepare to die
I rush your crib like 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
backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I the rapper like linebackers, play my rhyme backwards

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

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

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

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

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

Strange Fruit, my live to shoot
Yo it's a strange thing, a never had a suit
Yo so bust happen?, Remember the unknown's a clap-man
Cat stackin', move out the that's in Manhattan

Got big headed, misleaded, then
Yo the beef deaded, his whole afraid to set it
Yo I son, son is rockin' iceberg Dunn
Got up out the hood, wouldn't that, this cat would

mad swollen, flamboyant this man golden
Yo the Senator, sinister, John Dillinger
Better my words or I'm the minister

Verbally I catch
Let's separate the men from the boys,
attack, Cappadon
Big Pun, Punisher, Noreaga, nore, Pete
Sense, com

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

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

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

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

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

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

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