Luyện nghe bài hát 34th & Beverley

1]
Late night, down wind, and schemin on your pantie
best to blend in, Bedra
And your 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 to doves cry, back in the days
He give me a whole eighth and walk me to the train safe
Told me, grown men walk, only niggas strafe
I was a lil nigga, he'd show me his toast
I'd follow him out to Gucci he was coppin his loafs
And now I the beat till the floor shake
And I'm a spit the pain the world ache
No debate, speak on my nigga
Cause my mans was great at the corner on thirty eighth
can we get together, all riders?
For a day filled promise, Polos, and Pradas
Midnight Marauders, peace to momma
She me as Chey, lil fat nigga always
Stealing racks from the crates, wanting to moves
Trying to be arrogant, parish fews
The top ones, I had the white with the blue
And ain't nobody me but you, so bump this shit
you sip on your brew, reminiscing on the real
Nigga 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

2]
Ayo word, how they face could ever fester my
Man this soul too appealin, my revealin
The insides of a nigga, I heard your CD your is iller
Man, you can't them Brooklyn guys
I be all move with the lava, you look in the eyes
Hood scholar, I never been to college, learned it all on my block
Bread force, but it sway, word to of Pac

3]
So East Flatbush it's disgustin, he bustin
In the same Polo sport, my beside me
He worried about them lil niggas in the lobby
I ain't tough, but kept a blade them niggas robbed me
the world too cold
Niggas shit and callin it gold, soon as your album drop, they callin it old
I kill and jeans with no holes in 'em
And all beats got soul in 'em
I'm so winnin, but you I lose
I'm back in Brooklyn, I get the Choos, she like buy me black guy shoes
Them with Birkenstocks lowkey had you amused
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 this bitch, you went with sum