Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Murder 2

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

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

Ain't nuttin' changed since the album I'm whylin'
I'm still I've been 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 tryin' to let a slide
been 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 my heroic entrance?
I'm so relentless in this of rap, everything is real in fact
Fully backed by who be peelin' caps
I the rapper like linebackers, play my rhyme backwards

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

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

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

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

Don't really care 'bout y'all, hear 'bout y'all
Yo on our side we do our thing, the cut
Let the phone ring, Pete Rock team
M-V to L-C, my thugs straight 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?, Remember the unknown's a
Cat stackin', move out the that's in Manhattan

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

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

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

Yo, we begun the story, Com, Pun and Nore
to the sun for glory as time runs 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 lil' thug in me
This stud 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 could tell in high school that he had no
Hold dick better than he hold

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

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

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

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