Luyện nghe bài hát Apollo Kids

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

Yo, check up top murderous
Snowy in the as the cloud merges
F.B.I. try and want word with
Kid who punked out 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 straight from Raleigh Durham, he Kojak
I him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form
Everybody bread, huddle around
Guzzle that, I'm about to a hand in your bag
Since the face been revealed, game got
Radio been gassing niggas, my impostors they ill
I'm the inventor, '86 at the center
Debut '93 LP told you to
Punk fagot niggas my light
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 Rack
Walk with me like Darthy tried to these
plush degrees, the cow, wrap the fees
waxed all through the drive-through
Take the stand, throw my hand all on the
and tell lies too, I'm the
splash the Wolverine Sharp ring, dolomite
student in role 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 Island ferryboat bail
Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the
We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the

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

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