Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Iz Enuff

Yo, my is in the house
Terra, Herb Mcgruff, Buddah
Big twan, Killa Kam, J, and Mike Boogie
And set it like this

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

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

I'm hotter than Cali, wicked like
And fuck Sally, I rather marry
I revive with live styles, don't hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, I'm 5
Well, I'm flav, and I was with the crime wave

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

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

For those that don't know, yo, I'm Herb
I'm on some stuff
And I talk every word is ruff
Front on and get beat bad
big bats that bruise, break bones
Then wind up in a bodybag

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

Ask the nigga in my last
He thought I was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out
Microphones I gotta
Peace to big l, from Hell
I'm the fuck up here

Aiyo, it's to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like plastic
I rag 'cause I'm bad news
In a mad move I'm servin' brothers quicker than food
to this and get your body blown

'Cause I'm a nomaticom for poems I the hotties home
Here's some advice, I'm mad
Aiyo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice and cold take a life
My swellin' got niggas jealin'
Aiyo, fuck bribes, I'm takin' niggas lives a felon

Yo, I bust chumps like a 10, when I drops in
The top ten is rocked when it's in
I just abuse the flow, need a fuse to blow
Bruise the groove slow, when I I just kill the show
I got lines that's than a jail
Been no frail, kids get and read Braille when they fail

Yeah, ain't I nasty, too nasty to me
Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so ask me
You'd get bumped off if beef jumped off
I never come soft, I gotta that sawed off
And when I let slugs out, you get rugged out
For dissin', you up missin' like a cup scout

Rappers be funny flesh, 'cause they section's 80 slaughter, son
Talk nines and tecs, and never shot a watergun
But Killa Kam, I get erratic when it comes to
There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a
Increase the peace that cease 'cause once I

My crew from the east, we at least
20 deceased, it's the beast on attack
So tracks, I break backs
I jack with def gats and black
On lennox ave no light looks, you fight crooks
and right hooks, if you front, get your life took

I'm havin' nail sharp in my brain like a hellraiser
I'm blazin' trails jail cells, so a trailblazer
Who find crime and fill the nine nothin' but lead
Boom, bye, bye, dem find another batty boy
In backyard alleys, but I 'em crackyard valleys

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

I should never rhyme every time I step into a contest
Kids evacuate the premises like a bomb threat
'Cause they know when I droppin' poems
That I be knockin' domes, poppin' and
niggas, hoppin' home
Word to god, it's kinda for a fag to touch this

So if comin' to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches
And niggas, I dont' a gun for you, none of you
I can kill you dead with the lead from my no 2
And it's death in paragraph
And niggas learn when I burn muthafuckin' ass to ash
No need to question am I nice, it's a fact, friend

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

And before I get up here
I gotta say peace to D whiz and man
Brothers was there since the beginning
up to rockin' wheel from the hard pack crew
Peace to mase and the B B O crew

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