Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Murder 2

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

Aiyyo it's a shame
All these dick tryin' to corrupt the game
But what it bring, but pain
and one in fuckin' brain

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

And I ain't even tryin' to let a nigga
I've dyin' to get a gat
I dared to try now to die
I rush your crib like Jehovah's Witness, 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 backed by bullies who be caps
I sack the rapper linebackers, play my rhyme backwards

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

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

Grab a hold 'cause you never a
murder like this
Cash comes before soul, so your shit
cat wanna be enormous
Plottin' on the one
one

Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it like the purple
My comin' through and still hurt you
Wipe y'all Kleenex who stay full of germs
We hit Ave, while 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, Pete Rock team
From M-V to L-C, my thugs thuggin' it
niggaz out of the booth, unpluggin' it

Strange Fruit, my niggaz live to
Yo a strange thing, a nigga never had a suit
Yo so bust what happen?, the unknown's 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' Dunn
Got up out the hood, believe that, this cat would

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

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

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

He was fuckin' wit me, I no duckin' MC
the knowledge there's a lil' thug blood in me
This bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be
My appetite for is finicky

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

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

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

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

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