Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Murder 2

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

Aiyyo such a shame
All these dick riders tryin' to the game
But it bring, nuttin' but pain
and one in your fuckin'

nuttin' changed since the album I'm still whylin'
I'm violent I've been waitin' for this moment
Phil Collins, for all my life I've been trifer than trifer
Hyper than hype, when fightin' to
like, tonight is the night

And I even tryin' to let a nigga slide
I've been 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 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 hear the
Speak his mind with fine
Things get drastic, for my plastic
I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat

a hold 'cause you never heard a
Verbal murder like
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 watch your
Every cat 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 y'all Kleenex cats who full of germs
We hit Fifth Ave, y'all still hit Stern's

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was fuckin' wit me, I ain't no MC
With the knowledge there's a lil' blood in me
This stud 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 tell in high school that he had no
dick better than he hold mics

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

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

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

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