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 these up top
in the bezzle as the cloud merges
F.B.I. try and word with this
Kid who punked out bust a up in the beacon
me in the corner not speaking
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox
Chicken and broccoli, Wally's stinky
With his man straight Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak
I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny
break bread, huddle around
Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in bag
Since the face revealed, game got real
Radio been gassing niggas, my scream they ill
I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the
'93 LP told you to Enter
Punk fagot stealing my light
Crawl up in the bed grandma,
beneath the La-Z-Boy ya hid ya knife
is back, stretch Cadillac's, fruit cocktails
Hit the at Paul's Pastry Rack
Walk with me like Darthy tried to these
plush degrees, said the cow, 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 Razor Sharp ring,
in role holding it

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

A of bright phat yellow Air Max
Hit the racks, 'em up Son, $20 off no tax
Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay
Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the
night Dallas verse Jets, dudes 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
off gracefully, New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk
Seen the yellow brick road, lust of
Ghostface, holy in the mind
Last scene, Chase
We drew the six-eight in the briefcase
Rawness, title is
Quick to reload around faces, surround astound

We split a fair one, poker nose
Gin with 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, galore
Gas station gleaming on the wall
Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond
Niggas flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, clams
at the stand-off, mad timid
hoping that the gun fall, him like lottery balls, yo

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