Luyện nghe bài hát Breaker 1, Breaker 2

A 1,a breaker 2
x 7

(erick sermon)
I be the don up in motherf-----(ha ha)
I it down,i rock 'scapes
I roll to the ounce(die-i!)
I bring dat front(aha)
it I function the paraplegic
So teach it if he was playin backgammon
A new sheriff in town and not reggie
I pack a cannon .38 snuff
Not for shootin use it for
Lames out there callin my
For fame,change ya plan refrain
This tune ya whole crew stuck or stupid
Dumb and dumber all summer
A newcomer,yeah I take em to check out the
Me and my crew went
Wooh!ah-ah!word is born!word is born!

(redman)
I "come on!"(come on!),"come on!"(come on!)
We's the posse so some niggas can get done on
I'm not the one to funnel,i'm lyrically
devine,whatever we g is crime
Ha!i take it down,make it clear and in bare lair
Leaving critical as elsewhere
You wanna get jig-dafied-what it all
For such,i tote glocks in jeans
For all means necer-ssary,my vessels
Turns to .38 specials and wind pressures
I be blowin I'm mr.cool,the invincible
Keepin my trials municipal
The principal my class will teach you how to roll blunts
up (aah!),buda and mex tags
Fifty the less,mo' vex,the
Another on my rolodex
I met my smokin vex,i keep my smack-daddo
Cash in your chips then proceed to metal
Next up I believe that's
Why don't ya get on the mic and the symphony

(keith murray)
Well it's the slaughterer,telepathical brain murderer
Comin with the sh-t you heard
Ask yourself the same question
Which crew is f-----g this squad in this profession
Your mic's in my possession,i crush you with
An' I ain't talkin for that learn a lesson
So why should I sit around and let this fake --- my eye
niggas f-----g up my eye
Filthy nasty it's the slog for the job
Forget any said "who squad the mob? "
Tired of beat-down,shot up and
Niggas askin why,it's my job
How many can I say "i just don't give a f---!"
Runnin niggas over in every
But my is "f---!get the bottle!pass the bottle!"
Bad had ya stuck,uh
I crash ya brain and smash ya
Yeah another one to find