Luyện nghe bài hát Glide

Yo, Inspectah Deck
your back Yo

A of a wreckage
50 shell hot track leaking out the
Eyes hot, Cyclops, boulders
shop of horrors, Lyric just smoking in my holster
Whip and boil, ?lugotan? hurricane the
Daily operation, bullet tingle farther
8 seconds a your style wild buccaneer
Round table around ten musketeer
Think you, got all the
Think you with bitches
You could run the fuck opponent, with the glitches
The swiftness, hit the that are vital
Shake the ground decent, like 3 sticks of

My administration the population
Start the next generation by artificial
Contaminate stations, for in the making
camps, Assassinate for industry domination
Abomination, The Competition and confrontation you
I'm a warhead bomb evasion
Extermination of the man, when the Germans blazing
We burn for occasions, regardless I see your expiration
Preparation sweatin,
I cassette deck and eject selection for air time
Blow a through your brain so you can think with a clear mind
A redesign? of hard rhyme, and slang cracking in time

Crime
We rollin with the undisputed, toutin
21 gun solutin, new
Wu-Tang, bang your unit
Put us in your cassette deck, yo,
Smash and blast the shit, I'm doper than
makes you level through the devil
And surpass
The stakes is hot, bullet snatch pots
And hot
Fully operational gats
The uncanny, panty man
Crock, by the hook of the candy man
Look, now you up in the suction
Rap Tight and my appetite

Today's day, The gets dropped on America
Human in concert treble concentration camps
amps blown, Speaker abduction
The Mad weed corruption
From The brain decreasing
Its sucker duck season. treason
Blast as you trespass, bullet enters your and exits your ass
Impregnate the math, then give birth to a
Figure of drew form, with 8 arms
Napalms, collapses you perform on dominate
Drama face, abominate, sling crack the black high gate
The nine fades the of men
Slip the in
Off the hook like telemarketing sales condone the phone

Danger
Bozzy alone, in a terradome Stalon
With a great cannon, cerebral swollen
Straight ways scanning
All you roaches lay down I spray the damage
the banners, the green gamma ray
Gain up the same data,
Then a dark part where D and you to play all day
The ray sound stung you, You kung fu the cleaner
From fire I gun you for fun
9-1-1
Someone tore the tunnel son
1-2 Check fronts
Captain Crunch, munch on you for
You punchbag drunk, bald monk
Top bunk, chunk your full of junk
Buffer and stop humping me
Ruff a sucking muthafuckas,
Ducking my shit luckily

Other emcees made a big
Fronting on the mic that's great
how you want it fried or baked
I place in right through the of a snake
Sceam at mapps, take what we can
Til the day we die, meet the gates
Golden Arms strong, I'm holding weight

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