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 merges
F.B.I. try and want word this
Kid who punked out bust a up in the beacon
me in the corner not speaking
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and broccoli, Wally's stinky
With his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he Kojak
I slapped him five, Masta cracked his tiny form
Everybody bread, huddle around
Guzzle that, I'm to throw a hand in your bag
Since the face been revealed, got real
Radio been gassing niggas, my impostors scream ill
I'm the inventor, '86 at the center
Debut '93 LP told you to
Punk fagot niggas my light
up in the bed with grandma,
beneath the where ya hid ya knife
is back, stretch Cadillac's, fruit cocktails
Hit the shells at Paul's Rack
Walk with me Darthy tried to judge these
plush degrees, the cow, wrap the fees
waxed all through the drive-through
Take the stand, throw my hand all on the
and lies too, I'm the ultimate
splash the Wolverine Sharp ring, dolomite
in role holding it

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

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

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

Hey yo, this like 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 thief up in the
We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the