Luyện nghe bài hát Allah U Akbar

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

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

Old school kicker, of the circumstance
Got a backpack with a fat of fac
I got a three, oh, so P.O. back
I'm the uptown 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 rock punks, crack heads and trunks
Wanna the truth, so they flock to my roof

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

The only way, I'd fall is if I got fat and
And I 'cause I work real hard
up in the morning at the hour of God and make beats
Later hit the streets for forty-fifth sweets

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

right, the L O R D, J A M A R
Says peace and U Akbar
Back like a motherfuckin' head to
Brand Nubian tracks are filled 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 ready
And my with the laser beam steady
So if feeling 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
my bald head, aiyyo like the top ten
We're bound to win, God don't like ugly
You get slugged rushed robbed and mugged G

I don't wanna be the man, I just wanna jams
Cuttin' sharp like Edward
ninety-two and of course we grew 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