Luyện nghe bài hát Allah U Akbar

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

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

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

Kick for that's paid, I kick for kids with no funds
Whole blocks come for classes with contacts kids with glasses
rock punks, crack heads and even trunks
Wanna 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 ever take a fall
After gettin' all of this, man crazy

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

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

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

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

My ready
And my scope with the laser beam
So if you're feeling lucky, then come and catch a
How could I kill a man, well, I just don't a fuck, so

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

I don't be the man, I just wanna make jams
Cuttin' sharp Edward Scissorhands
ninety-two and of course we grew seeds
They're planted 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