Luyện nghe bài hát 34th & Beverley

1]
Late night, down wind, and they schemin on pantie
best to blend in, Bedra
And hope your dice rolls seven, if not, phone
He a of mine, he not really pussy
But not really a tough guy, when he shot his
Yo, he listen to doves cry, back in the
He would give me a whole eighth and walk me to the train
Told me, grown men walk, only niggas strafe
When I was a lil nigga, he'd me his toast
I'd follow him out to when he was coppin his loafs
And now I boost the beat the floor shake
And I'm a the pain till the world ache
No debate, speak on my life
Cause my mans was at the corner store on thirty eighth
can we get together, all riders?
For a day with promise, Polos, and Pradas
Marauders, peace to your momma
She me as Chey, lil fat nigga always
Stealing racks from the crates, wanting to bust
Trying to be arrogant, parish fews
The high top ones, I had the white with the
And ain't feel me but you, so bump this shit
you sip on your 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,

2]
Ayo word, how they could ever fester my feelings
Man this soul too appealin, my revealin
The insides of a nigga, I heard your CD rhymes is iller
Man, you can't stand them guys
I be all move with the lava, then you look in the
Hood scholar, I ain't been to college, learned it all on my block
Bread force, but it sway, to knowledge of Pac

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