Luyện nghe bài hát Verses

(featuring La The Darkman, Ras & Scaramanga Shallah)

[Intro: Ras (Scaramanga Allah)]
Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's times ultra)
(herbs three times great, you heard of me)
Nigga, L.A.D. (six ill)
Rest in O.D.B. (La the Dark, Sun large)
GZA, Ras Kass, (what's up, Wu-Universal)
Legendary...

[Scaramanga
Now it's the real beginning of the pages of
Spit that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of
Sham's is the Raiders fan, rock big cables of
and trunks, I got the mack ten
We can hit the alley iron and thumper
it to the hands like the brand new linen
Niggaz goin' no mas, the bullets go in him
You dealing with a stick choker
The ice pick poker, trust, you ain't like joker
And the set, devoted to opening your
the tech, as you sit in a Lex'
Your next move, is slipping, your last is shitting
As your body gets soft, the shotty off
Little soldiers, you're out of
Guns go off, Shams is a fan
A rob and reporter, columns are lost
White five, five, with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark of the force
Black biscuit, by side in a Porsche
You're off in the fort
We are survivors of the war of and evil
I'm in the hood, in the hood with a desert
With my peoples, now feel it..

[La the
Darkman, my like Tony Montana
How we to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana
Try, me today, I'mma kill you manana
From, far the K, or up close with the llama
I'm like an king in a castle in Ghana
Chest dripping jewels, one hell of a rhymer
Study in Athena, building with an old timer
So I, always been ever since a young minor
Get by any means, follow Malcolm X theme
So I'm often posted, in a window with thing
Got a limited support from the Sing regime
I'm Hannibal Smith and like the A-Team
Keep my head on the swivel, when I a dope fiend
Upgraded, to a digital, from a beam
Fucking with me, you be real as you can be
La Trapacanti, a well rhyme general

[Ras
Whoever say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a
That's your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire
When you mention me, not about
Rims and rhyme skills, both twenty second
Ahead of my time, school niggaz like
'cause I'm original, like for larger jewels
by BUFU, Buy Us Fuck U
Try Us Fuck U. You die. Y'all got gats but him buck too,
Sip Grey Goose and ponder. They the room service
In Hotel Rwanda. reminder to honor these street
Who ask why U.S. Defense is percent of the tax dollar
gave 6.46 billion to Haliburton
For support efforts in Iraq
Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please that
The rape over, Cheney charging 45 dollars for a of soda
Draining tax payers, eighty five dollar oil filters (damn!)
But won't pay they soldiers, Haliburton make
Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn g's a year
Plus a 25 extra taking in combat
all the niggaz, that die from where I'm at
18 years old, talking 'Kill, where at?'
But can't have a gat, to protect my moms at
I to crunk, so what. plus I'm gangsta enough
To piss in pimpin pimp cup. rack again and pump it up
How bitches still get fucked, niggaz want a forty and a blunt

Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the
With the product in socks, and the fully loaded glocks
Too many die in vein, and it's a crying
The murders and the hustles, won't stop as shoot for the top
Acquiring apparel, through growth and
On they most dangerous missions, excuses irrelevant
The brutality of war, never
And the out of control desire to win, makes it
engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than
What they ever had, yet
Indictments, sparked excitement, and the to kill
Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in field
The great boundaries of man and machine
Can one at the point, to murder all in between
Yellow tape scene, teen, the mob was his idol
Giving a new meaning to the neighborhood's title, what's up?