Luyện nghe bài hát Afro Connections at a Hi 5

This is to all those hardcore acts
Yeah, you know them brothers we used to
Look up to, fell the fuck off
And now they doing all that sh
You mean Rhthym and
No, bullsh

A, click, what?
My dick, chick, I smack a fish if you
My connection thick
Dick headed a punk whip
I travel miles a rhythmic lip
I rock an in '83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul
I play the tough

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

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

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

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

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

I be the gift of gab, but be a bro a diss
Because it's tough to a cab
No Melle Mel is 'Rrrr-RAH!'
I play of tape of the son of
My cousin sells blow, a G a day
Keeps his kids hooray, a size and half
I kicks my tricks, is to for Island
I mug a mug vic, but I's cool, I

the quickness I bust the true slang
Show no pit to those who don't

The got tailed with the big bail
I loose but now the blue goose is on my tail
I seen the ghetto go lower it is
He don't care, 'cause his nigga's selling to the kids
My jeans are brand new, with twelve
In the with my silk, and below
My 45 thick, draw quick
If a starts some shibi dibi dit

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

Let's get