Luyện nghe bài hát Allied Meta-Forces

Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya
Red stuff come out his ribs a Hollywood script
Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin for and shit
Cardiologists up the heart monitors quick
Thermometer temperature below 76
That's what you get for tellin niggaz that you better than
Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it rhymable
The audible probability probably ain't
rap, G Rap, underground without a rule
Shopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, to shoot
stabilized at low altitudes
Talkin to the negotiator, out the rules
In a tight salute, road-block with troops
Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with
Ten news flash, 'Bis and G Rap
All punch bullets are lookin for niggaz in black
Lean back in the El Dorado, passin the bottle
Speakin like Nomi Masho
She got a bangin body, sushi with warm saki
If I'm sloppy, she got me...

[Kool G
to my world, danger and hazards
Gang of bastards, bangin ratchets
King and the Jacker, in traffic
Claimin they cabbage, half, they aimin for stackage
Get brains from the (?), keep blingin karats
Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, to the attic
The stains on ya fabric, the in the graphic
and G Rap, bangin a classic
And if that on the street - hate you enough,
blow out ya in ya casket
Don't you this drug element?
Where crush ya melon and dome
that's known to break bones in an elephant
Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; the scent
Big bullets, ya guts like gelatin
Cut through ya skeleton, knockage
Ride, stand, and bite the
Jake wanna be like a Russian on that Riker bus
We raised in the slums, haze in our lungs
the guns, knowin;
My come, razors under the tongue
Clips in the steel, in the wheels,
chips in the field of
Dead men walkin with on the grills
Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and
Coke and the doom, scheme; leave you open with wounds nigga
G Rap put it back in perspective
Beat up shit with a dash of the
Get for ya necklace
Leave ya brains on the in ya Lexus
We up in the club, dash for the
ya spread 'em out - show you what this lead about
Take it an old thug, whoever clean cold blood
Believe bled it out (yo)
Crave for the war, pop out rages fours
Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - bands in the pores
Bitches and whores with in their jaws
The drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spot
up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock"
Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer
the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean
Look at that don nigga in Queens, playa
a lot, brawlin for props, callin the shots
Hit the curb, all on the flock
Jockin, like "who there covered in all of them rocks"
It's bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one
Giacanna G Rap, live one - pay homage
Get it fucked up, I comments, nigga what?!
(Nigga what, the Curriculum!)

Yo, e'rything is my nigga
I ain't bitter, but if I gave you the finger it'd be behind the
Faggot-ass nigga in a gated community
Up in radio, them what you gon' do to me
I live in the - clean my Winchester
other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt
It takes two to tango, to jump rope
Four to bury the body, look out for po'
Yo I guard everything within the limits of my
My orders is to you if you get to close
The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my
Nowadays it's like I'm to be known
The methods of my motivation is subjective
My is completely parallel to perspective
Rhyming is the I spit in faces
Habituation of my without rational reservation
Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu,
Word-ologically my syllable is beautiful
Only respect niggaz if the feeling is
G Rap snatch the tools from you, throw 'em in the crucible
Prolly throw you in too, mix it up and make nigga-stew
if you can't I'm iller than you
you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo
Motherfucker professionallin the pros

G Rap]
Know it's, dough over - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes
and blow all them cowards and foes
Giacanna with the pros, foul mode
We reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip liters
Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they tits and
Sip Cris' and sniff of the peeter
Yeah we big baby, look off the meter
You should see us, it's star status
Scar lost cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics
Froze the we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out
Grimey and grittied out, dough, jiggy out
Dime bitches behavin ya sex slave skizzied out
nigga dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouth
Swerve to the curb, hit the split the kitties out
We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a
Spot banger himself, rocks under the fingernails
The blood lead to a corpse
Treat my for greed with a torch
For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the
Roll up my hand sheets the force
We off, no need for remorse, playa
Forty goons, we forty Calhouns
You die forty foul dooms for forty moves
Bless sparkle, and until my shorty style rules
dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune nigga
What, what The noble laureate
Comin at niggaz..
Uh.. 40-pound nigga...