Luyện nghe bài hát Bust 'Em In

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

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

AOTP, fresh and ice links
You won't feel till after the punch like a drink
Sipping Goose till my pink, ninety-five live rings
Real niggas things and die kings
I can hear homie sayin' "Yo you owe it to me"
So it's no holds like the old Hulk Hogan movie
You got a heart homeboy? Then it to me
The flow's majestic, I spit a roll of fruities
I'm old school like roll a
Daddyo my hoes is groovy, pay my with dough from groupies
A pimp and a killer, in your project
Nine milli really only defence of my
The shotgun just sits in the
for you fuckers to come dip in my shit
Nonsense, the could never stop the thorough
Bitch niggas suspect, I call them boys girls

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

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

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

Hard to the core we are
The federated army of the 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
I had enough of them, yo bust em in
Lost em in
Bust em in (3x)

I'm a general, the motherfucking main man
Flip a bird, hold a swammy with the hand
And do a rain dance when blood splatters and
Cement mix in your IV turn anatomy grey
ratted at A-O-T-P not trenched with OPP
I'm obsessed with OCD, a temperamental patient
With onboard computer integration
One of rap's most innovative voices or
In front of missile-command
I look around, all my choices just
So now you should I'm the don of braggadocio
Flamethrower, I'm Cobra Kai and I'm keeping it dojo name
Come down and sign up, I'm training soldiers to rough and get they punchlines up
Cause you ain't fucking with the gold beard Rubix nowhere
No rap is nowhere near what I just wrote here oh