Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Iz Enuff

Yo, my crew is in the
Terra, Herb Mcgruff, bless
Big twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, and Boogie
And set it like this

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

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

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

Now it's time saved, yo, 'cause now I'm a slave
In '87 I sold cracks, collected some stacks
Hold gats, a joker got his taxed
N O rated, you no made it
Tell the terra to it, his raps are gold plated

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

For those that don't know, yo, I'm Mcgruff
I'm on some murder
And when I talk every word is
on this and get beat bad
With big that bruise, break bones
Then up bloody in a bodybag

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So if you're comin' to see me, nigga, bring a and crutches
And niggas, I need 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 learn when I burn they muthafuckin' ass to ash
No need to am I nice, 'cause it's a fact, friend

I shoot the gift like santa clause a mac 10
And niggas ain't half as nice, so they get
And sent to the afterlife, ain't no match for Mike
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 outta
I gotta say peace to D whiz and man
Brothers that was since the beginning
What's up to rockin' from the hard pack crew
Peace to mase murder and the B B O

The out crew, the M and M crew
And all the crews that's 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