Luyện nghe bài hát Afro Connections at a Hi 5

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

Connection A, click,
My dick, chick, I a fish if you thinks
My ain't thick
headed like a punk whip
I miles 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
high-five is what I want
So I puff a blunt, I front
I get spliffed, get a stiff, I go hump a stunt
Like a pro, nah, man, a super ho
That's cool I'm still an Afro bro
Yeah, I'm live for my is hectic
Every hour, every minute, second

I keep a level head and down to earth
I've been an Afro since birth
Yeah, now I hold my crotch 'cause I'm
I run amok Sasquatch, and I to eat live crab
I've got beepers, you scab
But you can me directly on the Ave
You niggas cheat me, well that!
My breath smells wack

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

I do three flips when a punk flip on my lifts
But I flex more strength when I'm
On the other with his main tapes
Make her dry her face, buy her gold ear
But I may, she round me like a donut
She got sprinkles but I my way out
More come about, try to scheme slick
But the Native thick

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

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 of tape of the son of La-di-da
My cousin Rilo blow, a G a day
his kids hooray, a size nine 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 who don't understand

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

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

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