Luyện nghe bài hát Assassins

In 2013, the World Government placed against freethinking
Individuals in to force people to adhere to one way of life
An funded organization called (garbled speech)
Hired 100 to infiltrate the headquarters where files were kept
Of these 100, 97 were captured, tortured, and
Only remained
The third of which was to own an arsenal
That would rival an entire city's police
The second was rumored was to be able to move throughout and time
And the

Fasten seatbelts for the last of the three assassins on Earth
The first flashin' her purse with a heat
They call me Jean McCoy, the in me employed
To ploy deplorable through audibled, destructive actions to Coy
Hey, to the Troy after, I'm passing your life over
He'll deliver it through river sticks, Hades, I'm cold, deliver it
My flow is limited, pray me some craze,
"Stay on ya toes villains", Grae and your day's whittling
Blistering lines packed in six to spine
Rap with a sick mind trapped in bitch frame
Drug you with strychnine and I drinks you drunk and it's my kidney you
Brain?I'm just itching to slit
Stitch lines! Rip game!? Fuck yo
Sick range visions nigga, kick rocks or kick until the pain?
(Liquor it or liver) Sippin' it, sippin' it Capri Sun
Ignorant as ever, she clever, be none
A ball breaker, call out with passion
You got the bastard to brawl with the broad bashers?
The ball's in court, pass it!
You're worn in four faster acid
With AIDS slapped on the back of a
The wall crasher, you're all in the
The gas pour in the corridors racking your blacking out
Catch Grae backing out the back door,
Still make it back to the bar for last

They ask me why I'm highly regarded, god body probably
Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis, and Bob
Never slang like "gnarly"
like, we in our whip on our way to the top like Charles Barkley
You are hardly to spar with a marksman spot me
I'm gambit with the ace of spades, I'm masterin'
Vermicular, the vernacular
the fits so when I spit it's spectacular and accurate
When I attack I'm like Acura
Flip Bloomberg the bird, bitch, blood than Blacula
More Christian scriptures with backwards vernacular
But sicker than most of Glenn Close in Fatal
I am, that for real
Per capita smackin' the next rapper uses the term "swag" or thereafter
three assassins get to ass whippin'
Prepare to for a professional ass can shape shifts
Spit, hollow tip clips
Sick, he? (Mind control)
Make you shoot your friend in the face, Dick Cheney
My life is like a film
Depicted in black and white, flicks (Geronimo!)
I'm on Bay takin' pics in a Captain Morgan pose
With my left foot on a of detainees screamin' "we are renegades!"
you, pay me

I be ridin' around with a stripper slash model
I it pop like my cock in Durex condom
I'm a, opposite artist I find irony in
From bein' a stone in the grass to rockin' the Garden
The same irony as from fully automatic in the backyard
To havin' the machine behind me
I take my Australian bitches and some other thangs
She my stroke is deadly so she gave me bloody brain
Don't try to get familiar, if I don't you in person
I'll flip the script and I'll kill you on purpose
The when I'm flailing, I got so many furs
PETA gonna paint splash me they see me, no matter what I'm wearin
Your bitch bout to open up, some blow off of my dick
Guess you say she on my coconuts
I'm on point like Chris
You on point like an Atlantic hooker that licks balls
I'm to flip in this bitch like Dominique Dawes
And shut shit down a car when it stalls
I am the deadliest rapper, you that you flow like water
But really niggas Evian backwards
hit the jackpot with this flow that I got
I when I'm hot
It's my show to holdin' my crotch
My cleaner than Amish men in honest ends
Two dimes with me I'm a twin cause I'm a ten

Okay, I'm in