Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Iz Enuff

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

Aiyo, who quote what I wrote get choked
You surrender before you get smoked
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 chest smashed

Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and crews
Don't get me pissed, I got a fuse
I go when 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, wicked like
And fuck Sally, I marry Halle
I revive crowds live 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 time saved, yo, 'cause now I'm a rhyme
In '87 I sold cracks, collected some dough
Hold gats, a joker got his soul
N O rated, you no made it
Tell the to rotate it, his raps are gold plated

This nigga Terra is butter, sharp like a glass cutter
Ass brother, I leave your rhyme gutter
I'm rare, the MC in this warfare
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 that don't know, yo, I'm Herb Mcgruff
I'm on some stuff
And when I talk word is ruff
Front on and get beat bad
big bats that bruise, break bones
Then up bloody in a bodybag

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

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

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

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 and cold take a fag's life
My swellin' melon got niggas
Aiyo, fuck bribes, I'm takin' niggas lives like a

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, don't need a to blow
Bruise the slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show
I got lines that's deeper than a
no frail, kids get nailed and read Braille when they fail

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

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

My crew the east, we leavin' at least
20 police deceased, it's the on attack
So make tracks, I backs
I jack def gats and black macs
On lennox ave 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' trails from cells, so a trailblazer
Who find and fill the nine with nothin' but lead
Boom, bye, bye, dem find another boy dead
In alleys, but I call 'em crackyard valleys

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

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

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

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

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

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