Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Kingdom

Ok I'll make short
We in the
We got mikah 9 abstract peace
Vic hop fat jack and aceyalone

We for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
Bring them laughter after bring them tears

I seen it comin' and knew it was a
had a plan to kill hip hop
I got wind from a snitch I in contact w/this
ass judge who was paid off
Soon that he got laid off
I'm lettin' niggas you tryin' to stop a muthafucka's flow
Hold black stallions and your black sheeps
Black aided a nigga and got heat
We met up on stepney and market it
out the target
We gon' out their number one sergeant
Young and strong we up on their front lawn
To kill the
me
Well if you remember me remember
I'm the one who broke into the pentagon took fouls bombs
Now I the blueprint
I the message you sent
No will you slander and tamper w/our music
Copies of the we're xeroxed
The ghetto offense in defense of hip hop
Shot rolled 'em up loc'ed up bailed out
the day
Then into air I fade away

We come for the of the b-boy kingdom
Bring them laughter after which bring tears

The story had never been told now
As the glory of the kingdom comes down
Disguised as a the washman
I swept and the floors
yet I was a spook behind the door
W/a perfect view the bannister
Feeling lee harvey
'cept I got a hundred million in me
First I did was aim
Lock him in my

Bust his melon now I'm pleased
In the of mc's
Already passed the time they allotted me
The spotted me
It was her or me
clack
She says I not say what I see
But I could have trusted her so I busted her in her chest
Then
Then headed for the elevator
But it was too the jig was up
There was all in the building
So I to escape to the fire escape from homicide
Yeah I him
Hangin' the third story ladder
I dropped and I felt my ankle
No to lose juice from my bladder
My mission was and that was all that mattered
The van was parked a hundred yards from the of the crime
But it was hard to run w/a foot
Just I thought they blasted
I one to the gut
I was laying thinkin' about death
Just watchin' my blood out
Just then the van pulls up and I in
And we pull out (? lickin'? ) shouts for the glory

We come for the of the b-boy kingdom
Bring them laughter after which bring tears

I walk in a normal black
Gun peckin' jaw

They the way I glide
To the back break out my backpack and stack my up
Ah bulging now
Looked around heard a gun
Pow
I down I whipped out my shit
Unloaded my
Jetting by the I slipped
out
Landed on my hip out
I hit a tuck and up and out
a flip and boned out now I'm zonin'
I'm nine glocks and seven richer
I'm fit to blow the foundation off this up
for the race
I push the
the place
Timed myself to the ride
I hops
Keys in the ignition
I cranks it slaps it in
Fizorty-fizive til dizamage
b-boy

We for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
Bring laughter after which bring them tears

We come for the glory of the b-boy
Bring them after which bring them tears