Luyện nghe bài hát Apollo Kids

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

Yo, these up top murderous
Snowy in the bezzle as the merges
F.B.I. try and word with this
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 fox minks
and broccoli, Wally's look stinky
With his man straight Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak
I slapped him five, Killa cracked his tiny form
break bread, huddle around
Guzzle that, I'm to throw a hand in your bag
Since the face revealed, game got real
Radio been gassing niggas, my impostors scream ill
I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the
Debut '93 LP you to Enter
Punk fagot niggas my light
Crawl up in the bed grandma,
beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya
Ghost is back, Cadillac's, fruit cocktails
Hit the at Paul's Pastry Rack
Walk with me like tried to judge these
plush degrees, said the cow, the fees
Getting all through the drive-through
Take the stand, my hand all on the Bible
and tell lies too, I'm the
splash the Razor Sharp ring, dolomite
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 bail
These Staten Island ferryboat cats
Fresh cellies, 50 up in the city
We banned for life, Apollo live to spit the real

A pair of phat yellow 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
night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand
Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy rain my kicks up
Wasn't looking, in the puddle
Bitch laughing, thought was beat the bitch up
Mossied off gracefully, New most wanted tee-ball hawk
the yellow brick road, lust of pastries
Same Ghostface, in the mind
scene, Manhattan Chase
We drew the digit in the briefcase
Rawness, is Hell-bound
to reload around faces, surround look astound

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 with glock, stashed in Tomb
Clocked him a patient, his stock's full, hustle invasion
Knowing now, we cocked a block off, the tri-color
in valor, ice-sicle galore
Gas station light gleaming on the
Cop jams, James Bond vans
Niggas flipped Timbs, rock boats water, watch clams
at the stand-off, mad timid
hoping that the gun fall, guess him lottery balls, yo

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