Luyện nghe bài hát 1112

Bobby said, "Fuck 50 on a whip, buy a clip"
Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a
Said he had mad toys to make
You split and separate like asteroids

The concerned producer sampled question
Hit him with the beat for the answer, extra compression
When travel, it quickly grab you
And equalizes the pitch up, until it you

out, tryin' to think you can match this
The too graphic
Panoramic view for you, Wu
The Gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic

We wrote checkpoints on your next joint
And who the you anoint?
700 volts on the track to
Murderous displayed, for killin' cascades

Throwin' bullets in the air to test
And way the cyclone spins
on clockwise, still civilized
Kill spies on the wall, that flies all dies

Give no extension on the
It's tension if the name of the is mentioned
It's the aura that's felt, that causes one to his gun
And reveal how he feel, confirmed

never live after the show, see the promoted for the dough
I'm takin', his wax
Throw my shit on to my selection from the Swarm
Day 2 breaks, a stormy Monday

My ninjas lay in ravines and
shrubs and leaves
They breathed through reeds
The walks above

remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks the location
by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines are sniped from these low strikes

Shatterin' bulletproof helmets with scrap fragments of cell
Inhale venomous thoughts that I propel
the north facility, the city must suffer at the hand
Of the Chief's command, is in

At 3 minute intervals the intenses
Deadenin' the from electrical fences
are down, shake a nigga up
Bounce him off the

You know I'm sayin'?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of
We talk about sex, money and
by power

And y'all cats don't
it's about
(Love and power)
It goes deeper than you see on TV
Priest, come on

Burnin' desire, eyes
Painted toe nails, die
Drivin' by the well, Egyptian queens, shieks
Are to knock off rich kings for the joy some sing

Graveyards filled with widows
Who stabbed they
Sleepin' on silk pillows, on they robes
Disguised as beggar in cheap wool

Lambs and wolfs in hoods, pull out they gats
Like wands, castin' spells, sendin' niggaz to Hell
Trappin' they souls in realms, baptize 'em with holy
Springin' on the of plenty witches' daughters

Interviews the richest reporters
Silent over the dividers, a 1000 Muslim bibles
For the cobbler, Hebrews flee to the of Masada
For the love of God, guns make a sound

I'ma show you how get down
Shoot outs, bullets turn bloodhounds and hunt you down
Cursed nation, lost
X-Files, describe in the future as cosmic rulers

Fallen angels from intruders
Dyin' saints, blood spilled on the like wet paint
See it in the pictures, it like the lost scriptures
it with your 100 proof liquor

Ha, I shot the sheriff and the secondly
Threatenin' the of those who threaten me
Lessenin' my chances of defeat by the victory
As taught by Sun Tzu in the

After the third one, I heard my shall be bombed
Regardless to or anyone
I die by the gun, my life has begun
I was livin' all along, but I was wrong

This long road I have to travel in battles
These filthy with poison fangs and rattles
Kings, and pharaohs change to cattle
I'm able to the devil's arrow

Singin' at his eyes on the sparrow, narrow
2 positions, and tarots
Hark harolds, angels and carols
Raven images from the mantels

Man slaves and modern day babbles
Raw from Africa and golden ropes and
By wicked thieves and
Aho man-handled us leather whips and burnin' candles

And rambled our castle, leavin' niggaz shambles
our golden sodas like some Arab camels
We gazed, and baffled as he loaded his ammo
With to the barrel and out our bone marrow

We went to and the Hansel
Tricked by this jackel
Children of my old daddy, have me
In mind were they in this wilderness blind?