Luyện nghe bài hát Allah U Akbar

This is the stick up boom music for styles to free
But y'all know me or could you tell by the spree
The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole clear yeah
Give the question, I'm of brothers guessin'

The Nubian the X a lot of fame
But wouldn't it be a shame if it all up and
ain't the plan I had and shit like that ain't intended
For the slick wonder, wearer of saggy pants

Old school kicker, reviver of the
Got a backpack a fat stack of fac
I got a three, oh, so P.O. step
I'm with the baldies, kids that were Lords

Kick for kids paid, I kick for kids with no funds
Whole blocks come for classes kids with kids with glasses
Hard punks, crack heads and even trunks
Wanna know the truth, so flock to my roof

New I got the grip, I told ya I told ya
This means war, as if by Souljah
To think the X would ever take a fall
After gettin' all of this, man you're

The only way, I'd is if I got fat and lazy
And I won't 'cause I real hard
Wake up in the at the hour of God and make beats
Later hit the streets for some forty-fifth

So all been told, black youth essential
From the hard urban of Now Rule residential
That the God rocks real

right, the L O R D, J A M A R
Says and Allah U Akbar
like a motherfuckin' head to crack
Brand Nubian tracks are filled black facts

Now I ain't Humpty chump, see
I fallin', you can go call in
All the horses and all the king's men
Try to knock me off you never see day again

My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's
And my scope with the laser steady
So if feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck
How could I kill a man, well, I don't give a fuck, so

Check out the dread lock, make the dead
With my bald head, aiyyo the top ten
We're to win, 'cause God don't like ugly
You get slugged rushed raped and mugged G

I don't wanna be the man, I wanna make jams
Cuttin' sharp like Scissorhands
It's ninety-two and of course we seeds
planted like a farmer, so let's reap what we sew

And if thinking that we're a hoe in the game
We gettin' wreck to brain