Luyện nghe bài hát Allah U Akbar

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

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

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

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

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

The way, I'd fall is if I got fat and lazy
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 y'all told, black youth essential
From the hard urban blocks of Now Rule
That the God real hard

right, the L O R D, J A M A R
Says peace and U Akbar
Back like a head to crack
Brand tracks are filled with black facts

Now I ain't Dumpty chump, see
I fallin', you can go call 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 you're feeling lucky, come and catch a buck
How could I a man, well, I just don't give a fuck, so

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

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

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