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 of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah
Give the question, I'm tired of brothers

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

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, that were Lords

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

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

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 make
hit the streets for some forty-fifth sweets

So all y'all been told, black essential
From the 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 U Akbar
Back like a head to crack
Brand tracks are filled with black facts

Now I Humpty Dumpty chump, see
I fallin', you can go call in
All the king's and all the king's men
Try to knock me off you never see day again

My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's
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 don't give a fuck, so

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

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

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