Luyện nghe bài hát Afro Connections at a Hi 5

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

A, click, what?
My dick, chick, I a fish if you thinks
My connection ain't
Dick headed like a punk
I travel miles with a lip
I rock an in '83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul
I play the corner

And me and pull puffs on a blunt
Givin' high-five is what I
So I puff a blunt, I don't
I get spliffed, get a stiff, I go hump a stunt
Like a pimp pro, nah, man, a ho
That's cool 'cause I'm still an 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 since birth
Yeah, now I my crotch 'cause I'm top-notch
I run Sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab
got five beepers, you scab
But you can me directly on the Ave
You niggas me, well who's that!
My never smells wack

I eat the watermelon
Before I kiss myself I always back
Yo, gee, this track is and you know that

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

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

I be the of gab, but be a bro with a diss
it's tough to bluff a cab
No Melle Mel is 'Rrrr-RAH!'
I of tape of the son of La-di-da
My Rilo sells blow, a G a day
Keeps his 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 those who don't

The got tailed with the big bail
I busted but now the blue goose is on my tail
I seen the ghetto go lower 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 some shibi dibi dit

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

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