Luyện nghe bài hát Allied Meta-Forces

Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya
Red stuff come out his like 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 'Bis
Not - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable
The audible probability ain't probable
Supreme rap, G Rap, underground a rule
Shopper proof, holdin for hostage, bout to shoot
Helicopters at low altitudes
Talkin to the negotiator, layin out the
In a tight compromise salute, road-block troops
Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae boots
Ten o'clock flash, 'Bis and G Rap
All punch are lookin for them niggaz in black
Lean back in the El Dorado, passin the bottle
Speakin Japanese 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 they
and the Jacker, slangin in traffic
Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for
Get brains from the (?), keep blingin with
see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic
The stains on ya fabric, the in the graphic
Canibus and G Rap, a classic
And if that on the street - hate you enough,
blow out ya in ya casket
you love this drug element?
Where slugs crush ya and dome
Chrome that's known to break bones in an
pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent
Big bullets, wiggle ya guts gelatin
Cut ya skeleton, knockage intelligence
Ride, stand, and bite the
Jake be like a Russian cuffed 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 of fortune
Dead men walkin with on the grills
Late night at the spot, with goons, dope and balloons
Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open with wounds
G Rap put it back in perspective
Beat up shit with a of the peppers
Get for ya necklace
ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus
We up in the club, for the exit
Make ya spread 'em out - show you what this lead
Take it from an old thug, whoever cold blood
Believe they 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 dick in their
The frame drank sick of Valor, bandit spot
Open up shop, turn the to "Planet Rock"
Shit no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer cocked
Servin the fiends, hop in the and lean
Look at that don nigga swervin in Queens,
Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, the shots
Hit the curb, birds all on the
Jockin, like "who there covered in all of them rocks"
royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one
Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay
Get it up, I spray 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 livin 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 two to tango, three to jump rope
Four to bury the body, plus out for po'
Yo I everything within the limits of my post
My is to smoke you if you get to close
The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my
Nowadays like I'm scared to be known
The methods of my is completely subjective
My is completely parallel to perspective
Rhyming is the reason I in faces
Habituation of my flamboyance rational reservation
Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu,
Word-ologically my syllable is beautiful
Only respect if the feeling is mutual
G Rap snatch the tools from you, throw 'em in the crucible
Prolly throw you in there too, mix it up and make
if you can't admit I'm than you
Baby you sparred with the shadows, and G Rap yo
professionallin with the pros

[Kool G
Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and
and shots all them cowards and foes
Giacanna proud the pros, foul mode
We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip
Flip divas, the big secret, to they tits and beaver
Sip Cris' and sniff coke of the
Yeah we ball big baby, off the meter
You should see us, movie star status
Scar lackers cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics
Froze the we chose, not a pretty route, Diddied out
Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, out
bitches behavin like ya sex slave skizzied out
Some nigga dizzy south, til he's out, mouth
Swerve to the curb, hit the bird the kitties out
We kidnap for - blackmail for a gang a mill
Spot banger himself, rocks under the fingernails
The blood trail to a corpse
Treat my appetite for with a torch
For keys to a Porsche, to in the loft
up my hand sheets with the force
We squeeze off, no for remorse, playa
Forty goons, we forty Calhouns
You die foul dooms for forty coward moves
sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules
Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 tune nigga
What, what nigga? The noble
at y'all niggaz..
Uh.. 40-pound nigga...