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, huh? 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
out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and broccoli, Wally's look
With his man from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak
I slapped him five, Killa cracked his tiny form
Everybody break bread, huddle
that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag
Since the been revealed, game got real
Radio been gassing niggas, my scream they ill
I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the
Debut '93 LP told you to
Punk fagot niggas my light
Crawl up in the bed grandma,
beneath the La-Z-Boy ya hid ya knife
Ghost is back, Cadillac's, fruit cocktails
Hit the shells at Paul's Rack
Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge
plush degrees, said the cow, the fees
Getting all through the drive-through
the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible
and lies too, I'm the ultimate
splash the Razor Sharp ring, dolomite
student in role it

Hey yo, this rappin's Ziti, facin me real TV
Crash at high-speeds, strawberry,
As we approach, yo herb, the bail
These Staten Island cats bail
cellies, 50 thief up in the city
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 tucked in the cloud, stay splurging
Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the
Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one
Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy rain 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 road, lust of pastries
Ghostface, holy in the mind
Last scene, Manhattan
We drew the digit in the briefcase
Rawness, is Hell-bound
Quick to around faces, surround look astound

We split a fair one, poker money
Gin rummy with glare, the lame, bit his ear
Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash
Locked in lab rooms, hit glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb
Clocked him like a patient, his stock's full, invasion
Knowing now, we cocked a block off, the chain
in valor, ice-sicle galore
Gas station light 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 like balls, yo

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