Luyện nghe bài hát 34th & Beverley

1]
Late night, down wind, and they schemin on pantie
It's to blend in, Bedra
And hope dice rolls seven, if not, phone Kevin
He a friend of mine, he not really
But not really a tough guy, he shot his nine
Yo, he listen to doves cry, back in the
He would give me a whole eighth and me to the train safe
me, grown men walk, only coward niggas strafe
When I was a lil nigga, show me his toast
I'd follow him out to Gucci he was coppin his loafs
And now I boost the beat the floor shake
And I'm a spit the pain till the world
No debate, speak on my nigga
Cause my mans was at the corner store on thirty eighth
Like can we get together, all
For a day filled promise, Polos, and Pradas
Midnight Marauders, peace to momma
She me as Chey, lil fat nigga always
racks from the crates, wanting to bust moves
Trying hard to be arrogant, parish
The high top ones, I had the white with the
And ain't nobody feel me but you, so bump this
While you sip on brew, reminiscing on the real
shit we went through, my dude, my dog
Used to see you up at the rim spot
Q-Tip, Dre, Kanye, and you had put me
In your fifth spot, now nigga's shit tight
a wrist watch, word

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Ayo word, how they face could ever my feelings
Man this soul too appealin, my music
The insides of a nigga, I your CD your rhymes is iller
Man, you can't them Brooklyn guys
I be all move with the lava, you look in the eyes
scholar, I ain't never been to college, learned it all on my block
Bread force, but it sway, to knowledge of Pac

3]
So Flatbush it's disgustin, flows he bustin
In the same Polo sport, my mans me
He worried them lil niggas in the building lobby
I ain't tough, but kept a since them niggas robbed me
the world too cold
Niggas shinin shit and callin it gold, soon as album drop, they callin it old
I flows and jeans with no holes in 'em
And all these beats got in 'em
I'm so winnin, but you prayin I
When I'm back in Brooklyn, I get the Choos, she like buy me black guy
Them socks with lowkey had you amused
But you still get undressed cause I need a
Now we lit as a fuse, it's no to the posse
If you from where I'm from, so I gave that bitch
Word, my dick is a gun, your new disc dumb
But Trey up in this bitch, you went with sum