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 word with this
Kid who out bust a shot up in the beacon
Catch me in the corner not
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox
Chicken and broccoli, Wally's stinky
With his man from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak
I him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form
Everybody break bread, around
Guzzle that, I'm about to a hand in your bag
Since the face been revealed, game got
Radio been niggas, my impostors scream they ill
I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the
Debut '93 LP you to Enter
Punk fagot niggas my light
up in the bed with grandma,
beneath the La-Z-Boy ya hid ya knife
Ghost is back, stretch Cadillac's, fruit
Hit the shells at Pastry Rack
Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge
plush degrees, the cow, wrap the fees
Getting all through the drive-through
Take the stand, my hand all on the Bible
and lies too, I'm the ultimate
splash the Razor Sharp ring, dolomite
in role holding it

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

A pair of phat yellow Air Max
Hit the racks, 'em up Son, $20 off no tax
Street merchant tucked in the cloud, splurging
Rock a head, 6-inch height was the bird
Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in one hand
Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy rain my kicks up
looking, splashed in the puddle
Bitch laughing, first thought was the bitch up
Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted hawk
Seen the yellow brick road, lust of
Same Ghostface, in the mind
Last scene, Manhattan
We drew the digit in the briefcase
Rawness, title is
Quick to reload faces, surround look astound

We split a fair one, nose money
Gin rummy with glare, the lame, bit his ear
Yo, you a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash balloons
Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, in Grant's Tomb
Clocked him like a patient, his stock's full, invasion
now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color
Freezing in valor, galore
Gas station gleaming on the wall
Cop jams, James Bond vans
flipped 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, rappin's like Ziti, facin me real TV
at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi
As we approach, yo herb, the bail
These Staten Island cats bail
Fresh cellies, 50 up in the city
We for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real