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 brain

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

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

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

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

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

Grab a 'cause you never heard a
Verbal murder this
Cash comes soul, so watch your shit
Every cat be enormous
on the next one
one

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

Don't really care 'bout y'all, really hear 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 thugs straight it
niggaz out of the booth, unpluggin' it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He his punchlines
With current events, called for
Like one time when he heard it was
That deliver with intents to kill

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

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

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