Luyện nghe bài hát Afro Connections at a Hi 5

This is dedicated to all those hardcore
Yeah, you know them brothers that we to
Look up to, fell the fuck off
And now they all that R'n'B sh
You mean and Blues?
No, bullsh

A, click, what?
My dick, chick, I smack a fish if you
My connection ain't
Dick headed a punk whip
I travel with a rhythmic lip
I an Afro in '83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul
I play the tough

And me and Mase pull puffs on a
Givin' high-five is what I
So I puff a blunt, I don't
I get spliffed, get a stiff, then I go a stunt
Like a pimp pro, nah, man, a ho
cool 'cause I'm still an Afro bro
Yeah, I'm live for my is hectic
hour, every minute, every second

I keep a level head and stay to earth
'Cause I've been an Afro birth
Yeah, now I hold my crotch I'm top-notch
I run amok Sasquatch, and I like to eat crab
I've got five beepers, you
But you can find me on the Ave
You niggas cheat me, who's that!
My breath never smells

I eat the Tic-Tac
Before I kiss myself I always back
Yo, gee, this track is stack and you that

I do three flips when a punk flip on my duke
But I more strength when I'm asleep
On the other side with his tapes
Make her dry her face, buy her gold ear
But I may, she flocks round me like a
She got sprinkles but I my way out
More brothers come about, try to scheme
But the Tongue's thick

Lick 'em good, like a real hood should
But the fly tape let the car speakers
I ran a cop down, I a frown with a but
Show gold teeth, 'cause I ain't a
Not scared of beef, sport a feather Chief
Got a pad, you can get these gonads
'Cause I'm big-willed, blow off like a
connection with the Afro is real

I be the of gab, but be a bro with a diss
Because tough to bluff a cab
No wonder Mel is 'Rrrr-RAH!'
I play of of the son of La-di-da
My Rilo sells blow, a G a day
Keeps his kids hooray, a size and half
I kicks my tricks, is to live for
I mug a mug vic, but I's cool, I

With the quickness I bust the slang
Show no pit to those who understand

The Maseo got tailed with the big
I busted loose but now the goose is on my tail
I seen the ghetto go than it is
He don't care, 'cause his selling crack to the kids
My are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet my silk, and below
My 45 pack thick, draw
If a nigga starts some dibi dit

My is uptown, downtown, L.I.
And another crib in
I munch some cornbread, Boar's
My favorite pork chops and plate of greens
I chill Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed
And the be the crown in
And the Poppa but the are still a high-five

Let's get