Luyện nghe bài hát Apollo Kids

Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker,
Yeah, I see that, I see
All fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh?
Stealing my light, huh? me, duke, watch me

Yo, check up top murderous
Snowy in the as the cloud merges
F.B.I. try and want word with
Kid who punked out bust a up in the beacon
Catch me in the not speaking
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox
and broccoli, Wally's look stinky
With his man from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak
I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his form
Everybody bread, huddle around
that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag
Since the face been revealed, got real
Radio been niggas, my impostors scream they ill
I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the
Debut '93 LP told you to
fagot niggas stealing my light
Crawl up in the bed grandma,
beneath the La-Z-Boy ya hid ya knife
is back, stretch Cadillac's, fruit cocktails
Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry
Walk with me like tried to judge these
plush degrees, said the cow, the fees
Getting all through the drive-through
the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible
and lies too, I'm the ultimate
splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring,
in role holding it

Hey yo, rappin's like Ziti, facin me real TV
Crash at high-speeds, strawberry,
As we approach, yo herb, the Gods
These Staten Island ferryboat bail
cellies, 50 thief up in the city
We banned for life, kids live to spit the real

A pair of bright yellow Air Max
Hit the racks, 'em up Son, $20 off no tax
merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurging
Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the
Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in one hand
Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy fucked my kicks up
Wasn't looking, splashed in the
Bitch laughing, thought was beat the bitch up
Mossied off gracefully, New York's wanted tee-ball hawk
Seen the yellow road, lust of pastries
Ghostface, holy in the mind
Last scene, Chase
We the six-eight digit in the briefcase
Rawness, is Hell-bound
Quick to reload around faces, surround look

We a fair one, poker nose money
Gin rummy glare, spot the lame, bit his ear
Yo, you a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash balloons
Locked in lab rooms, hit glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb
him like a patient, his stock's full, hustle invasion
Knowing now, we cocked a off, the chain tri-color
in valor, ice-sicle galore
Gas station gleaming on the wall
Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond
Niggas flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, clams
pose at the stand-off, mad
that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo

Hey yo, rappin's like Ziti, facin me real TV
at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi
As we approach, yo herb, the bail
These Staten Island ferryboat cats
cellies, 50 thief up in the city
We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the