Luyện nghe bài hát Glide

Yo, Inspectah track
your back Yo

A message of a
50 hot track leaking out the Lexus
Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg
Call of horrors, Lyric just smoking in my holster
Whip and boil, ?lugotan? the holler
Daily operation, bullet tingle farther
8 a scar your style wild buccaneer
Round revolve around ten musketeer
you, got all the riches
Think you poli with
You could run the fuck opponent, gotten the glitches
The swiftness, hit the spots that are
Shake the ground decent, like 3 of dyno

My administration the population
Start the next generation by insemination
Contaminate stations, for music in the
Concentration camps, Assassinate for industry
Abomination, The and confrontation you mistaken
I'm a nuclear warhead evasion
Extermination of the next man, the Germans blazing
We burn this for occasions, I see your expiration
your sweatin,
I deck and eject your selection for air time
Blow a hole through brain so you can think with a clear mind
A redesign? of hard rhyme, and slang cracking in spare

Crime
We rollin the undisputed, routin toutin
21 gun solutin, new
Wu-Tang, slang bang your
Put us in your deck, yo, improvement
Smash and the shit, I'm doper than math
That makes you level through the
And never
The stakes is hot, bullet snatch pots
And hot
operational gats mmhmm
The uncanny, vilagialaty man
Crock, took by the of the candy man
Look, now you up in the suction
Rap Tight and my appetite

Today's day, The bomb gets dropped on
Human civilization in concert concentration camps
amps blown, Speaker abduction
The Mad weed corruption
From The brain cells
Its sucker season. fuck treason
Blast as you trespass, bullet enters mouth and exits your ass
Impregnate the math, give birth to a newborn
Figure of speech drew form, 8 arms
Napalms, collapses you perform on dominate
Drama face, abominate, sling crack behind the black gate
The nine fades the of men
the cartridge in
Off the hook like sales condone over the phone

Danger
Capone alone, in a terradome Stalon
With a great cannon, bones cerebral
Straight ways scanning
All you roaches lay down I spray the damage
Bring the banners, the green ray
Gain up the data, Scatter
Then a dark part D and you used to play all day
The ray sound stung you, You kung fu the cleaner
From line I gun you for fun
Dial
tore down the tunnel son
1-2 Check fronts
Captain Crunch, on you for lunch
You punchbag drunk, bald headed
Top bunk, chunk trunk full of junk
and bump stop humping me
Ruff a scum muthafuckas,
Ducking my shit just

Other emcees made a big
on the mic that's truly great
What? how you want it or baked
I place in right through the heart of a
at mapps, take what we can take
Til the day we die, the pearly gates
Golden Arms going strong, I'm weight

(Repeat)