Luyện nghe bài hát Beat Novacane

Wonder if we all
know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and the director's cut
And throw your T.S.'s up
(Beat Novacane)

Go it, Joe Crack runnin' New York
Who thunk it, God above and Pun did
Yeah, they came I was 'sleep
in my ear this is your year
(Crack preach)

So I
To burn down the throne, niggaz follow my
your breath for crownin' me King of N.Y.
I'm the one and only godfather, one through

Pardon me, but I was raised in the
Forgettin' I wasn't the only
We was more concerned with up and choppin'
Supplyin' fiends with work, get it poppin'

Now who wanna pop off they head get popped off
By the realest MC and me
Joe Crack the Don, I from the streets
deep in the game, other half in the streets

I got that to bury ya ice grill
Shoulda named this album hurr, 'Licensed To
Ahh, yes my life chill
in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills

Chill, that's that '88
Small face 20's, that's '88 dough
Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th
Cali hit with that talk
(Un-un-un-unbelievable)

One Phantom, two castles and a fo'
Five mics a classic, kinda like my
Several I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Coke

One Phantom, two and a Jeep fo'
Five mics a classic, kinda my six-fo'
Several I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook

Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so I lived it
Y'all dudes innocent, just visitin'
And that's the reason why call me ghetto
D.O. have you homeless diggin' deep holes

know, but just couldn't figure me out
I'm like [Incomprehensible], have 'em makin' in the house
It's grill, spit fire I never been out
And I ain't gon' retire 'til there's never a

The wheels in my head spinnin'
I'm thinkin' anybody go against me losin'
I'm thinkin' there's no better time than now to start some
It's Cook Coke Crack, ghetto version of Achilles nigga

One Phantom, two and a Jeep fo'
Five mics a classic, kinda my six-fo'
years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Coke

One Phantom, two castles and a fo'
mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
Several I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook

Yo, yo, loop and you crash the remix
And who you thought I was, I'm Crack, beyotch
The same dude that made you back
And had that nigga Mase spittin' that shit

Can't wait 'til my Shyne come home
Six minutes, six minutes, Joey you're on
Is my on? Yes
New York, look I brought the championship

Now, throw up your peace to the sky
For all our that died
means Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left Eye
And Big Pun the of all time, sing it with me now

One Phantom, two castles and a fo'
Five mics a classic, like my six-fo'
Several years I cake, let me tell you more
Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook Coke

One Phantom, two and a Jeep fo'
mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
Several years I cake, let me tell you more
Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook Coke

Wonder if we all
Wanna know the that we fuss
Now sit and witness the director's cut
And throw your T.S.'s up

if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets we fuss
Now sit and witness the director's cut
And throw your T.S.'s up