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, check 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 daddy long fox minks
and broccoli, Wally's look stinky
With his man straight from Durham, he recognized Kojak
I him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form
Everybody bread, huddle around
Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in bag
Since the face revealed, game got real
Radio gassing niggas, my impostors 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,
the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife
Ghost is back, stretch Cadillac's, fruit
Hit the shells at Paul's Rack
Walk with me like tried to judge these
plush degrees, said the cow, the fees
Getting waxed all the drive-through
Take the stand, throw my all on the Bible
and tell lies too, I'm the
splash the Wolverine Razor ring, dolomite
in role holding it

Hey yo, this rappin's like Ziti, 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 for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real

A pair of bright phat Air Max
Hit the racks, 'em up Son, $20 off no tax
Street merchant tucked in the cloud, splurging
Rock a head, 6-inch height was the bird
Monday night Dallas Jets, dudes slid in with one hand
Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy rain my kicks up
looking, splashed in the puddle
Bitch laughing, thought was beat the bitch up
off gracefully, New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk
Seen the brick road, lust of pastries
Same Ghostface, holy in the
scene, Manhattan Chase
We drew the six-eight digit in the
Rawness, title is
Quick to reload around faces, look astound

We split a fair one, poker nose
Gin rummy with glare, the lame, bit his ear
Yo, you a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash balloons
Locked in lab rooms, hit glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb
Clocked him like a patient, his full, hustle invasion
Knowing now, we cocked a off, the chain tri-color
Freezing in valor, galore
Gas station gleaming on the wall
Cop WiseGuy jams, James vans
Niggas flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch
pose at the stand-off, mad
hoping that the gun fall, guess him like balls, yo

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