Luyện nghe bài hát 34th & Beverley

1]
Late night, down wind, and schemin on your pantie
It's to blend in, Bedra
And hope your dice rolls seven, if not, phone
He a friend of mine, he not really
But not really a tough guy, he shot his nine
Yo, he listen to doves cry, in the days
He would give me a whole and walk me to the train safe
Told me, grown men walk, only coward niggas
When I was a lil nigga, he'd show me his
I'd follow him out to Gucci he was coppin his loafs
And now I boost the beat till the shake
And I'm a spit the pain till the ache
No debate, speak on my nigga
Cause my mans was great at the corner on thirty eighth
Like can we get together, all
For a day with promise, Polos, and Pradas
Midnight Marauders, peace to your
She knew me as Chey, lil fat always
Stealing racks from the crates, wanting to bust
Trying hard to be arrogant, parish
The high top ones, I had the white the blue
And ain't feel me but you, so bump this shit
While you sip on brew, reminiscing on the real
Nigga shit we 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 your shit tight
Like a wrist watch,

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

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