Luyện nghe bài hát Allah U Akbar

This is the stick up boom for styles to flow free
But y'all it's me or could you tell by the spree
The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the shit clear yeah
Give the question, I'm tired of guessin'

The brought the X a lot of fame
But wouldn't it be a if it all up and ended
That ain't the plan I had and shit that ain't intended
For the headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants

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

Kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids no funds
Whole blocks for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses
Hard rock punks, crack and even trunks
know the truth, so they flock to my roof

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And if you're thinking that a hoe in the game
We gettin' to your brain