Luyện nghe bài hát Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Taking you to the other terrain, we mash for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your team
'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who murder me
Busta Reggie Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the master
Look, I crash ya, ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a
Niggaz talk about and never get to it
Fuck the yappin, be to it, do it
Steady about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight gettin way too
See em at the bout to rock they shit off
Gettin peeps fucked up cause they block is soft
As for terror, I sever the best of
Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo
to murder label's jerkin but mercy us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize the Perseus
Droppin to zero with flatlines
Kill your entourage off with just one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... just one
I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era
My to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you but the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act so I shift a long
tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
I seen the and the suedes from afar Pah
But up do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome piece that I
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your

Who the I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my P.I.
Oops I lie, I got a bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving MC's Landing
Duck, to fuckin Merkatroid
I drop noise that the unbelievable
Recline like hairline, crime speaks fine
with a nine pull blind keep mines up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, splits rivers
I rock so many broads I your entourage tender
Like mix liquor
I serve you the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical for four quarters
raw turn sons to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I trouble where, you sleep
So I dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions,
Shuttin down state buildings with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the freeze
Creepin on like Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad
Hit yo' ass up the bottom when you enter

Hey yo a crack head, always a tack head
You have no all that shit you talk is dead
As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of
Y'all don't want no of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get ass iced deliciously
Niggaz shit to me (word up)
You niggaz always got somethin smart to say
And probably even spell TWA
My crew is like police pull up and anywhere (ERRRRR)
Jump out and get it on then and there (whassup whassup??)
Niggaz is pussy and ways and show it
Most of y'all dead, and don't even know it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, fuck your life)
Act trife let my dog cold fuck your wife

Aiyyo, you just the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def
up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring the Last Boy Scout
Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta

Two one two, I'm life as a rugged MC
When I up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and bitches be me
I'm spontaneous, I'm brothers out the frame
Because I'm
I'm well like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my
I'm great distance like
I stroke like a butterfly, sting a bee
Yo I Fades Them All like my man G
a nigga ass for free
And sure he see visions of me
the talk of the town
The stalker of New York fucks up the underground (no doubt)
I'm thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley who's the real Future Flavors
My I freak seven days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical
Those who got no publishing they need to get (no doubt)
a percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a certain
Sometimes they use the to make a comeback
That is wack, fade away and never come back

For now and forever, the, evil that men do
Mental, my inner center
Frosted froze inventor, inventor
Invader, I collapse your major
Straights and lose
splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like
Illegal, maybe Lethal, Gibson's
Splittin blessings, three Weapons
Lay in the cut C-Sections, infestin the nine-six
For you mindless, I smack spineless
Or lay back like recliners, as inject
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, ooh ooh
your minors, like New York City's finest
lineups, on LSD fust, in your sinus
Crush like chinas, grinders
My dust, these rhymers I hijack like
The infiltrator, creator, I'm
Papers stay viscous like religious
Leaders that scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we're Afghanistan guerillas

If you want more information look and read
While I sit and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of set like cruise control speed
my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain white people
My music dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all
Hold the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts
For talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts
Let's get the cream so that we can move up in fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase portraits
Here we go again, another phenomenon I get on
Busta Rhymes and my named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate unit for the
Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic make a nigga wanna get down
they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol tobacco and is how we movin
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz
I know who the fuck you really think you foolin
You're so far from up to par and shit needs improvin
From your conversation the way you come across your is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy
niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you see this
I recommend school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, and the Cella Dwellas
and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad
But still we travel the like National Lampoon
It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire SO STAY TUNED!!!

Flipmode COMPLETELY getting that ass
Def Squad,