Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Murder 2

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

Aiyyo it's such a
All these dick riders tryin' to corrupt the
But what it bring, but pain
and one in your fuckin'

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

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

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

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

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

Grab a hold 'cause you heard a
Verbal like this
Cash comes before soul, so watch shit
Every cat wanna be
on the next one
one

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

Don't really 'bout y'all, really hear 'bout y'all
Yo on our side we do our thing, the cut
Let the phone ring, Rock connect team
From M-V to L-C, my thugs thuggin' it
Snatchin' niggaz out of the booth, it

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

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

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
Look to the sun for 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 no duckin' MC
With the there's a lil' thug blood in me
This stud bumped me, beef it was fin' to be
My appetite for destruction is

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

He his punchlines
With current events, for backup
Like one time when he it was Sense
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 thought I was
Now his is backtracked

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

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