Luyện nghe bài hát Allah U Akbar

This is the stick up boom for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you by the spree
The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the shit clear yeah
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 shit like that intended
For the headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants

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

Kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids no funds
Whole blocks come for classes kids with kids with glasses
Hard rock punks, crack 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 that the X would ever take a fall
After all of this, man you're crazy

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

So all y'all been told, youth essential
the hard urban blocks of Now Rule residential
That the God rocks real

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

Now I ain't Dumpty chump, see
I ain't fallin', you can go in
All the horses and all the king's men
Try to knock me off you see another day again

My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's
And my scope with the beam steady
So if you're lucky, then 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 head, aiyyo like the top ten
bound to win, 'cause God don't like ugly
You get slugged raped robbed and mugged G

I wanna be the man, I just wanna make jams
Cuttin' like Edward Scissorhands
ninety-two and of course we grew seeds
They're like a farmer, so let's reap what we sew

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