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 motherfuckin
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you 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 microphone
Look, I crash ya, ya skull
Fucky with G if you're trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and get to it
the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West
But you ain't in it when it comes to the
better get up off that bullshit quick
Caught up in the gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to rock shit off
Gettin they peeps up cause they block is soft
As for terror, I sever the best of
Look, little Mally G trippin off indo trees
About to murder label's but mercy us
Def Squad prophesize like the Perseus
Droppin to zero with flatlines
your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... one rhyme
I don't give a fuck I kill em with one rhyme
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for era it's
My time to 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 this meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I a long
three tri chrome, it's the same ol song
I the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up do you who I are?
The M-A-Double, you trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then it it's hot up in your dome
with the chrome piece that I pack
Remember around and catch a Mack to your back

Who the I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my P.I.
I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin
I drop that employs the unbelievable
Recline like hairline, crime speaks fine
with a nine pull blind keep mines up my sleeve until
you to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave entourage tender
bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for quarters
raw water turn sons to
Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you
So I double to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this
My star em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot
Creepin on MC's like in army fatigues
Def representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom you enter

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

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

Two one two, I'm living life as a MC
I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and be eyein me
I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the
Because I'm
I'm well known Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they me on my mobile
I'm great distance like
I like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I Them All like my man Mally G
a nigga ass for free
And makin sure he see of me
Rampage the of the town
The stalker of New York that up the underground (no doubt)
I'm comin thorough like a pack of Savers
Ask Marley Marl the real Future Flavors
My technique I freak seven a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum
I'm hittin brothers it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no publishing need to get jerked (no doubt)
a percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a extent
Sometimes they use the underground to a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and come back

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

If you want information look listen and read
While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of
We to take control of your set like cruise control speed
my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain white people
My will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and styles of all sorts
Hold down the smokin drinkin mad quarts
For sports to chickenheads in botty lik shorts
Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this
to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, another when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch
We the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic make a nigga wanna get down
Till they come like the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol and firearms is how we movin
Raw rapid fire flows while the keeps you niggaz groovin
I don't know who the you really think you foolin
You're so far from up to par and your shit needs
From your conversation the way you come across your is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you about to the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your with the holy cross
Exotic blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you see this
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen
Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella
Redman and the
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad
But we travel the world like National Lampoon
It's Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!

Flipmode COMPLETELY inside that ass
Def Squad,