Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Murder 2

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

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

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

And I even tryin' to let a nigga slide
I've been to get a gat
I dared to try now 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 backed by bullies who be caps
I sack the rapper linebackers, play my rhyme backwards

You can hear the
Speak his mind with fine
Things get drastic, Express for my
I pack clips, my nuts and my fat dick

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

Grab a hold 'cause you never a
Verbal like this
comes before soul, so watch your shit
Every cat be enormous
on the next one
one

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

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

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

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

Head mad swollen, flamboyant this man
Yo the Senator, sinister, John Dillinger
Better respect my or I'm the minister

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 glory as runs before me
I'm the day of judgment I'm still before the
Jury, why I was in a gun orgy

He was fuckin' wit me, I ain't no MC
With the 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 type, influenced by magazines and snipes
Adidas but he had no stripes
I tell in high school that he had no fights
dick better than he hold mics

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

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

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

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