Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome to The Terrordome

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

Been in the face
But the rhymes fitting
Respects been giving how's ya
Now I can't protect a paid off
Check the
And reckon an wreck
Played off as intellect
Made the call, the fall
Broke the
Not my fault that they're off
Known as square
my years
So I growl at the living
Black to the bone my home is home
So welcome to the

terror
off an era
Cold delivering
My 98 was 87 on a yo
So now I go
Crucifixion no fiction
So-called chosen
made to whoever pleases
Still they got me like
I rather sing, bring, think,
a brother while I'm in sync
Every brother ain't a cause a color
as well could be undercover
Backstabbed, grabbed a
the back of the lab
a Rab get off the rag
Sad to say I got down the river
Still some quiver I deliver
Never to say I know or had a clue
Word was Herb, hard on the boulevard
Lies, scandalizin',
of hate who's celebrating with Satan?
I rope-a-dope the evil righteous
and weaving and let the good get even
C'mon
But to the Terrordome

Caught in the against time
The pit and the
Check the and rhymes
While I'm 'um
Snakes up the lines of design
to blind the science I'm sending 'em
How to fight the
Cannot run and
But it shouldn't be
In a a fool without the rules
Got a of a nerve to just criticize
Every ain't a brother
Cause a Black
Squeezed on X the man
The shooting of Newton
From a of a Nig who pulled the trig
It's weak to speak and blame somebody
When you destroy
First nothing's than a mother's pain
Of a son in Bensonhurst
Can't wait for the state to the fate
So this jam I
Places the racist faces
Example of one of many
The Greek weekend I speak
From a learned in Virginia (Beach)
I don't smile in the line of
I go
But it's on bass and drums and violins
Watcha do gitcha ready
Instead of getting sweaty
I get mad
I put it on a pad
Give ya that cha never had

Fear of rolling
God your soul and keep living
allowed, kicking it loud
Dropping a
Brain game intellectual
as a team
Never alone
But
Welcome to the