Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline!

Once 'gain, ladies and gentlemen, yo adrenaline

Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, the pressure's on
And MC's is dressed funny like a
I chop up like chicken seczuan
Sells a squads off like a slave
Aiyyo my zodiac sign read
On stage, I make your to an or-phan
Yo, my age an equation
Niggas want I hit em wit a portion
Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the son
M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, draw son
You don't want no more son? when more come
And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all
and gentlemen
Select the at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling
Spark shit, them niggas try to talk
We hit em like the L at and Market
South Philly a hold into a nigga park it
sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets
Split this like we the therapist
Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, again

Once again 'gain, ladies and gentlemen, yo

Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but slip, so lift me up
since I was a pup I was designed to erupt
You get to me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin'
niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't
Punked em wit a of pellets all in they skelet
Transform, from the norm, start to
Malik be from The Roots, he ain't gone
I took the exit, the sign said Langhorne
I'm trapped up in about worlds wit live pearls
Shouts to Akquan who's name is Jalil
The moat is deep water so let your hand it
Demandin', you back like Knots Landing
I'm Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton
Yo what the what the what the, what the what the the
Pivot on this concrete until I rot
figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again

Once 'gain, ladies and gentlemen, yo adrenaline

Beans passed the mack and we held em, like
Rappers see me, hide they face ostriches
grind your brain into little sausages
Underwater rap, you who the bosses is
Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is
You'll get blown out the sky you get talkative
A-D rise, I fathered it
So when you see me on the street, don't kid
Just be on your merry way, or you get slit
Ask around, wonderin' what Raw did
Lay you on like ya gettin' carpeted
You need a special kind of mic for retarded
Me against you's like Kane the Partridges
You to battle, change your name to The Forfeiters
Cause that's what you do, face to wit raw niggas
I you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again

Once 'gain, ladies and gentlemen, yo adrenaline

They used to shit, but I'ma quiet them
Kick in the door wit my stick to riotin'
nigga that flinch, I'ma fire em
Tape 'em up, grip his hands, and em
Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin'
Don't die in the that you lyin' in
Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm 'em
Used to cop off my man, now I'm him
Paid the front row seat Iverson
First class air crafts I'm flyin' in
To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and
the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them
Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm 'em
Used to hustle bars, y'all was robbin' them
Ran up in spot wit Rob and them
up, two-four, wit Pie and em
But do my dirt, twenty first, wit and them
Nigga Pop, Buzz, little Mark and them
news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them
Nigga jump, pull a pump, low 'em
I know right now gettin' dark to them
Tore they body all up, ain't no 'em
Too sharp for them, out in the dark on em
These Illadel foul streets what I'm in once again

Once again 'gain, ladies and gentlemen, yo