Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome to The Terrordome

I got so trouble on my mind
Refuse to
Here's your
the drummer get wicked
The crew to you to push the back to
so I sack and jack
Then the Mac
Now I'm to mic it
(You know I it) huh
Hear my roll "Oh"
Never be a brother me go solo
Laser, anesthesia, ya
to blaze your brain and train ya
The way I'm living,
What I'm up
X on the flex, hit me now
I don't about later
As for now, I know how to the paranoid
Man, had it up to here
Gear I wear got 'em in fear
said and
Read a bit ago
Not quitting,
Signed the rhymer
Work to from getting jerked
some ways
To way in the better days
Raw bold
Never a code
Still a load
question what I am God knows
Cause it's coming the heart
What I got get some
(Get on up) hustler of

Been spit in the
But the rhymes keep
Respects been how's ya living
Now I protect a paid off defect
the record
And an intentional wreck
Played off as intellect
the call, took the fall
Broke the
Not my fault that they're off
as fair square
Throughout my
So I growl at the living
Black to the bone my home is home
So to the Terrordome

terror
off an era
Cold pain
My 98 was 87 on a yo
So now I go
Crucifixion ain't no
chosen frozen
Apology made to pleases
Still they got me like
I sing, bring, think, reminisce
a brother while I'm in sync
Every brother ain't a cause a color
as well could be undercover
Backstabbed, a flag
From the of the lab
a Rab get off the rag
Sad to say I got sold down the
Still some quiver I deliver
to say I never know or had a clue
Word was Herb, plus on the boulevard
Lies, scandalizin',
Traits of hate who's celebrating with
I rope-a-dope the evil with
Bobbing and weaving and let the good get
down
But welcome to the

Caught in the race time
The pit and the
Check the rhythm and
While I'm 'um
blowing up the lines of design
Trying to the science I'm sending 'em
How to the power
run and hide
But it be suicide
In a game a without the rules
Got a of a nerve to just criticize
Every brother a brother
Cause a Black
Squeezed on X the man
The of Huey Newton
From a hand of a Nig who the trig
It's to speak and blame somebody else
you destroy yourself
First nothing's worse a mother's pain
Of a son in Bensonhurst
Can't wait for the to decide the fate
So this jam I
Places the racist faces
of one of many cases
The Greek weekend I speak
From a lesson in Virginia (Beach)
I don't in the line of fire
I go
But it's on bass and drums and violins
Watcha do gitcha head
of getting physically sweaty
I get mad
I put it on a pad
Give ya something that cha had

Fear of rolling
God bless your soul and keep
allowed, kicking it loud
Dropping a
game intellectual Vietnam
Move as a
Never move
But
Welcome to the