Luyện nghe bài hát Bust 'Em In

Hard to the core we are.
The army of the Pharaoh murderer squad.
Run run, we gonna the head piece up.
Uh huh, you don't beef because.

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in.
Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in.
bust em in.
Bust em in. (3x)

AOTP, fresh Nikes and ice
You won't feel till after the punch like a drink
Goose till my eyes pink, ninety-five live rings
Real niggas things and die kings
I can hear that homie "Yo you owe it to me"
So it's no holds barred like the old Hogan movie
You got a homeboy? Then show it to me
The flow's majestic, I spit a roll of fruities
I'm old like roll a dooby
Daddyo my hoes is groovy, pay my with dough from groupies
A pimp and a killer, gorilla in project
Nine milli really defence of my logic
The just sits in the closet
Waiting for you fuckers to come dip in my
Nonsense, the weak could never stop the
Bitch niggas suspect, I them boys gossip girls

Hard to the motherfucking we are
The federated of the Pharaoh murderer squad
Run run, we gonna tear the head up
Uh huh, you want beef because

I had enough of them, yo bust em in.
Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in.
bust em in.
Bust em in. (3x)

I treat tools like bitches I always got a few biscuits
And bus em in like kids from different districts
Y'all dipshits will get your spinal flipped
Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists
nine shine like diamonds on Slick Rick
I'm wicked as a Wiccan bitch when the candle lit
Want to sample this You need to read Sanskrit
And to the top of Mount Sinai to transmit
Running through the Red Seas like an escaped
Then holding up the walls of water with my sound
Like what I was during Public Execution, half-human half-mutant
Ap the seed of
Gats shooting, shots ricocheting off of my steel
And three length fat goose to conceal shotties
The god walks the surface of the Sun it won't feet
Cause when's the last time you Ap rip a Celph beat?

Hard to the core we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh squad
Run run, we tear the head piece up
Uh huh, you don't beef because

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in
I had enough of them, yo bust em in
Lost em in
bust em in (3x)

I'm a five-star general, the motherfucking man
Flip a bird, a swammy with the same hand
And do a rain dance when blood splatters and
Cement mix in your IV turn your anatomy
Nobody ratted at A-O-T-P not trenched OPP
I'm obsessed with OCD, a temperamental patient
With onboard computer integration
One of rap's most innovative or flows
In front of buttons
I look around, all my choices blow
So now you should I'm the don of braggadocio
Flamethrower, I'm Cobra Kai and I'm keeping it dojo goers
Come down and sign up, I'm training to rhyme rough and get they punchlines up
Cause you ain't fucking the gold beard Rubix Cuban nowhere
No rap is nowhere near what I wrote here oh yeah