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, huh? me, duke, watch me

Yo, check up top murderous
Snowy in the as the cloud merges
F.B.I. try and want word this
Kid who punked out bust a shot up in the
Catch me in the not speaking
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy fox minks
Chicken and broccoli, Wally's stinky
With his man straight Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak
I him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form
Everybody break bread, huddle
Guzzle that, I'm about to a hand in your bag
the face been revealed, game got real
Radio been gassing niggas, my impostors scream ill
I'm the inventor, '86 at the center
Debut '93 LP you to Enter
Punk fagot niggas stealing my
Crawl up in the bed grandma,
the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife
Ghost is back, stretch Cadillac's, cocktails
Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry
Walk with me Darthy tried to judge these
plush degrees, said the cow, the fees
waxed all through the drive-through
Take the stand, throw my all on the Bible
and lies too, I'm the ultimate
splash the Wolverine Sharp ring, dolomite
in role holding it

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
cellies, 50 thief up in the city
We banned for life, kids live to spit the real

A of bright phat yellow Air Max
Hit the racks, 'em up Son, $20 off no tax
Street tucked 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
rain fucked my kicks up
Wasn't looking, splashed in the
Bitch laughing, first thought was the bitch up
Mossied off gracefully, New York's most tee-ball hawk
Seen the brick road, lust of pastries
Same Ghostface, in the mind
Last scene, Chase
We drew the six-eight digit in the
Rawness, title is
Quick to reload around faces, surround astound

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 with glock, stashed in Tomb
him like a patient, his stock's full, hustle invasion
Knowing now, we cocked a block off, the chain
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, rappin's like Ziti, facin me real TV
Crash at high-speeds, strawberry,
As we approach, yo herb, the Gods
These Island ferryboat cats bail
cellies, 50 thief up in the city
We banned for life, Apollo kids to spit the real