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 I'ma set it like

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

Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort
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 these hurt
I'm from the alley, not the

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

Now it's saved, yo, 'cause now I'm a rhyme slave
In '87 I cracks, collected some dough 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 past butter, sharp like a cutter
Ass brother, I your rhyme trash gutter
I'm rare, the MC in this warfare
Put you in a where it's too late for that Lord prayer
Power struck, Terra drops the up
Sour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow

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

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

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

Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the
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 fast food
Step to this and get your body

I'm a nomaticom for poems I slide the hotties home
Here's advice, I'm mad nice
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 lives like a

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

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 pump 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 like flesh, they section's 80 slaughter, son
Talk about nines and tecs, and shot a watergun
But Kam, I get erratic when it comes to static
There you have it, a trigger fanatic a automatic
Increase the peace cease 'cause once I release

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

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

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

I should rhyme 'cause every time I step into a contest
Kids evacuate the premises it's a bomb threat
'Cause know when I start droppin' poems
That I be domes, poppin' bones 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 cask' and
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 as nice, so they get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlife, ain't no match for Mike
Now I'm bout to skate in a rush, just makin' it tough
Peace to big l, aiyo, 8 is
True,

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

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