Luyện nghe bài hát Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Taking you to the other terrain, we mash for the cream
Here to kill your scene and your motherfuckin team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I you heard of me
You know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the microphone
Look, I crash ya, ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about and never get to it
Fuck the yappin, be to it, do it
Steady scream about East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that quick
Caught up in the limelight gettin way too
See em at the bout to rock they shit off
Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is
As for terror, I sever the best of
Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo
About to murder label's jerkin but us
Def Squad niggaz like the Perseus
Droppin degrees to zero flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off just one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... one rhyme
I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get this
Terrorist, lyricist, for era it's
My time to shine and I'm payin dues
And be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I tell you nothin but the real it's
tight up in the tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the ol song
I seen the and the suedes from afar Pah
But up do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your
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.
Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Canyon
I'm prime time, giving Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin
I drop noise that the unbelievable
like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
with a nine pull blind keep mines up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, metabolism rivers
I rock so many broads I leave your tender
Like bartenders mix
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 bring trouble where, you
So I double dare to you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in
MC's do your mics up in this rodeo
My star em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin national state buildings with high ceilings
Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army
Def representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you

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

Aiyyo, you just heard the of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, is Howard Cossell
First up to the Rampage the Last Boy Scout
Lord Have Mercy For, and the
Busta

Two one two, I'm living life as a MC
When I step up in 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 distance like AT&T
I like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I Fades All like my man Mally G
Whip a nigga ass for
And sure he see visions of me
the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that up the underground (no doubt)
I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life
Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future
My I freak seven days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Leap
I'm brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no they need to get jerked (no doubt)
a percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap be dying to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and come back

For now and forever, it's the, that men do
Mental, my center Winter
Frosted froze crews inventor,
Invader, evacuate I collapse your
and lose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for losers
My maneuvers, like lugers
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 like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors, like New City's finest
lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your
Crush chinas, opiuMC grinders
My dust, these rhymers I hijack airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm
Papers stay viscous like cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we're Afghanistan guerillas

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

Flipmode COMPLETELY inside that ass
Def Squad,