Luyện nghe bài hát And So It Burns

[Ikon the Verbal

You frontin' to me
it's war the beat drop
just anotha gonna see pac
you the type that'll run the heat pop
the type hide a gun when he see cops
but not me, aim a thirty-eight at the crown
up the next day at the wake and frown
yeah, and then laugh at the widow
my man stoupe blast through the window
foul when I was young but I survived
drop bombs like a on ya
yeah, it's vietnam in the
just keep my seat warm on the
I run with wild puerto that hit L's
and study classical verses by L*
we came up in the at the same time
and read one-hundred-fifty rappers with the same

yeah, yeah, uh huh

(break: when I the microphone I usually rock it...)

I'm a baboon
hit you with thirty seven wounds
bury your deep in earth inside a black tomb
you scared of the rain, you weather
I'm hardcore like in sheer terror
I'll be ready for war with timbs on
ain't ready to brawl until Vin's gone
won't stop till you in hell
Paz, mega-child daddy (eh-grendel?)
this we fail, yeah, because the beast in all this
I was Diadoras while you was eatin' porridge
I was listenin' to the Hustlers*
while you was duckin from sounds of popped
you was playin' little games with fathers
I was robbin' for they Starters*
you a novice, and I'm a old vet
and I was there the heavens and the globe met

you ain't safe if the bomb
so I with the Vietnamese communists
if you wit me raise your arm and fist
and we can a fuckin' cap and see if God exists
I your wrist, with a poisonous rusty razor
if its Jedi Mind Tricks then it must be
and it ain't safe no
ain't safe in the place no more
get laced in your upper-body, and jaw
you the type of we ain't got the patience for
we break the law, while we pay our respects to
but if it's beef then we be your neck with a four
I love to hear the of a corpse drop
so protect your fuckin' like a cough drop
I let the shot, from different latitudes
so keep it like a bitch that got an attitude