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, Watch me, duke, watch me

Yo, check up top murderous
Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud
F.B.I. try and want word with
Kid who punked out bust a up in the beacon
Catch me in the corner not
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the daddy long fox minks
Chicken and broccoli, look stinky
With his man straight Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak
I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny
Everybody bread, huddle around
Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a in your bag
Since the face revealed, game got real
Radio gassing niggas, my impostors scream they ill
I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the
Debut '93 LP told you to
Punk fagot niggas my light
up in the bed with grandma,
beneath the where ya hid ya knife
Ghost is back, Cadillac's, fruit cocktails
Hit the at Paul's Pastry Rack
Walk me like Darthy tried to judge these
plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the
waxed all through the drive-through
Take the stand, throw my hand all on the
and lies too, I'm the ultimate
the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite
student in role it

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

A of bright phat yellow Air Max
Hit the racks, 'em up Son, $20 off no tax
Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay
Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the
Monday night verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand
Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy rain fucked my up
Wasn't looking, in the puddle
Bitch laughing, first thought was beat the up
Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted hawk
Seen the yellow brick road, of pastries
Same Ghostface, holy in the
Last scene, Chase
We drew the digit in the briefcase
Rawness, is Hell-bound
Quick to around faces, surround look astound

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

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