Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Murder 2

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

Aiyyo it's such a
All dick riders tryin' to corrupt the game
But it bring, nuttin' but pain
and one in fuckin' brain

Ain't nuttin' changed since the album I'm still
I'm violent 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 tryin' to let a nigga slide
I've dyin' to get a gat
I dared to try now to die
I rush your crib like Witness, blow up any

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

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

Grab a hold 'cause you heard a
Verbal murder this
Cash comes before soul, so watch your
Every cat be enormous
on the next one
one

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

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

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, Rock connect team
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 hood in Manhattan

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

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

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

Yo, we just begun the story, Com, Pun and
Look to the sun for glory as time runs 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 no duckin' MC
the knowledge there's a lil' thug blood in me
This stud bumped into me, it was fin' to be
My appetite for destruction is

He was an industry type, influenced by and snipes
Rocked but he had no stripes
I could tell in school that he had no fights
Hold dick better he hold mics

He spiked his
With current events, 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 peeled some raps back, that 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 can't take this shit"

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