Luyện nghe bài hát 34th & Beverley

1]
Late night, down wind, and they schemin on pantie
It's best to blend in,
And hope dice rolls seven, if not, phone Kevin
He a friend of mine, he not pussy
But not really a tough guy, when he shot his
Yo, he listen to doves cry, back in the
He give me a whole eighth and walk me to the train safe
me, grown men walk, only coward niggas strafe
When I was a lil nigga, he'd me his toast
I'd him out to Gucci when he was coppin his loafs
And now I boost the beat till the floor
And I'm a spit the pain the world ache
No debate, speak on my nigga
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
Midnight Marauders, to your 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 with the blue
And ain't nobody feel me but you, so bump shit
While you sip on brew, reminiscing on the real
Nigga shit we through, my dude, my dog
Used to see you politicin up at the rim
Q-Tip, Dre, Kanye, and you had put me
In your fifth spot, now your shit tight
a wrist watch, word

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

3]
So Flatbush it's disgustin, flows he bustin
In the same Polo sport, my mans me
He about them lil niggas in the building lobby
I ain't tough, but a blade 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 kill flows and jeans with no in 'em
And all these got soul in 'em
I'm so winnin, but you I lose
When I'm in Brooklyn, I get the Choos, she like buy me black guy shoes
Them with Birkenstocks lowkey had you amused
But you get undressed cause I need a muse
Now we lit as a fuse, it's no to the posse
If you from where I'm from, so I gave bitch power
Word, my dick is a gun, new disc went dumb
But up in this bitch, you went fuckin with sum