Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Murder 2

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

Aiyyo it's such a
All these dick riders tryin' to 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 violent I've been waitin' for moment
like Phil Collins, for all my life I've been trifer trifer
than hype, when fightin' to fight
It's like, is the night

And I ain't even tryin' to let a nigga
been dyin' to get a gat
I to try now prepare to die
I rush your crib like Jehovah's Witness, 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 caps
I sack the like linebackers, play my rhyme backwards

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

Grab a hold 'cause you heard a
Verbal murder like
Cash before soul, so watch your shit
Every cat be enormous
Plottin' on the one
one

Grab a hold you never heard a
Verbal murder like
Cash comes before soul, so watch shit
cat wanna be enormous
Plottin' on the one
one

Aiyyo my circle, make you feel it like the color purple
My niggaz comin' and still hurt you
Wipe Kleenex 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 we do our thing, play the cut
Let the phone ring, 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 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 deaded, his whole squad afraid to set it
Yo I heard son, son is rockin' Dunn
Got up out the hood, wouldn't believe that, this cat

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

Verbally I catch
Let's 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
to the sun for glory as time runs before 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 stud bumped into me, beef it was to be
My appetite for is finicky

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

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

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

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

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