Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Iz Enuff

Yo, my is in the house
Terra, Herb Mcgruff, bless
Big twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, and Mike
And I'ma set it this

Aiyo, folks who quote I wrote get choked
You surrender before you get smoked
You be thinkin' this kid is a joke?
I put to rest fast, when my Smith Wes' blast
So just dash or trespass and get your chest

Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and crews
Don't get me pissed, I got a fuse
I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt,
So stay alert, no smoke, 'cause these knuckles
I'm the alley, not the valley

I'm hotter than Cali, wicked Harry
And fuck Sally, I rather marry
I revive crowds with live styles, hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, I'm 5
Well, I'm flav, and I was down with the wave

Now it's saved, yo, 'cause now I'm a rhyme slave
In '87 I sold cracks, some dough stacks
Hold gats, a got his soul taxed
N O rated, rappers you no it
the terra to rotate it, his raps are gold plated

This nigga is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter
Ass brother, I leave your rhyme gutter
I'm more rare, the MC in warfare
Put you in a morgue where it's too for that Lord prayer
Power struck, drops the follow up
Sour luck, got and popped and swallow nuts

For those that know, yo, I'm Herb Mcgruff
I'm on murder stuff
And when I every word is ruff
Front on and get beat bad
With big bats bruise, break bones
Then wind up bloody in a

are live, but I'm mad liver
Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky than a cab driver
Step to this and get sliced ease
Ate up rice and peas
(Herb, can you fight?)
Yo, I'm with these

Ask the nigga in my 'bout
He thought I just was on gun shit, I had to knock his ass out
I gotta tear
Peace to big l, straight Hell
I'm the fuck up here

Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but God the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I melt the mic it's plastic
I rag crews I'm bad news
In a mad move I'm servin' brothers quicker than fast
Step to this and get your blown

'Cause I'm a nomaticom for poems I slide the home
Here's advice, I'm mad nice
Aiyo, I'm quick to lick the mag and cold take a fag's life
My swellin' melon got jealin'
Aiyo, fuck bribes, I'm niggas lives like a felon

Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, I drops in
The top ten is when it's locked in
I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse to
Bruise the slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show
I got that's deeper than a jail
Been no frail, kids get nailed and read when they fail

Yeah, I nasty, too nasty to trash me
Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so ask me
You'd get bumped off if ever jumped off
I never come soft, I gotta pump that off
And when I let slugs out, you get rugged out
For dissin', you come up missin' a cup scout

Rappers be like flesh, 'cause they section's 80 slaughter, son
Talk about and tecs, and never shot a watergun
But Killa Kam, I get when it comes to static
There you have it, a fanatic with a automatic
Increase the peace that 'cause once I release

My crew from the east, we at least
20 police deceased, it's the beast on
So make tracks, I backs
I with def gats and black macs
On lennox ave ain't no light looks, you fight
Left and hooks, if you front, get your life took

I'm havin' nail pains in my brain like a hellraiser
I'm blazin' trails from jail cells, so a
Who find crime and fill the nine with but lead
Boom, bye, bye, dem find batty boy dead
In alleys, but I call 'em crackyard valleys

And I pack more rallys than riots back in
And people wanna know the reason why I my fuse
I'm in a and I'm so confused
From seein' heads shake so times the lead make
And Mike Boogie's next up, and keep my straight

I should never rhyme 'cause every time I step into a
Kids evacuate the premises like it's a threat
'Cause know when I start droppin' poems
I be knockin' domes, poppin' bones and
Sendin' niggas, home
to god, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this

So if you're comin' to see me, nigga, a cask' and crutches
And niggas, I dont' need a gun for you, of you
'Cause I can kill you dead with the from my no 2
And death in every paragraph
And learn when I burn they muthafuckin' ass to ash
No to question am I nice, 'cause it's a fact, friend

I shoot the gift like santa clause a mac 10
And ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlife, they no match for Mike
Now I'm bout to in a rush, just finished makin' it tough
Peace to big l, aiyo, 8 is
True,

And before I get up outta
I say peace to D whiz and short man
Brothers that was there the beginning
What's up to rockin' wheel from the hard crew
to mase murder and the B B O crew

The best out crew, the M and M
And all the other crews representin' in Harlem
You know I'm sayin'? And last but not least
I gotta say peace to the 139th street N F L
My crew, up