Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Murder 2

Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock
git-go, yo yo

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

nuttin' changed since the album I'm still whylin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for moment
Phil 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 slide
I've dyin' to get a gat
I to try now prepare to die
I rush your crib like Jehovah's Witness, up any

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got big headed, misleaded, then
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, this man golden
Yo the Senator, crime sinister, Dillinger
Better my words or I'm the minister

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

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

He was wit me, I ain't no duckin' MC
With the knowledge there's a thug blood in me
This bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be
My appetite for is finicky

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

He his punchlines
With current events, for backup
one time when he heard it was Sense
That deliver words intents to kill

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

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

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