Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

Chorus:
death do us, can't move us
We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't
Holler if you this, realness
Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn Jersey jackin
shit

[Billy
Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's nuff]
Raised hell to alot of different
And we the Constitution of Rights to bear arms
To flare arms, whenever we fear
near [yeah, clack clack], keep it right
If you pro gang, you belong around here soldier
I'm like scale, without the pedastool
Come to teach the new school, school jewels
I'm never followin them fools, I'm a real stand up
I my own motherfuckin rules
So what's it gonna be, let me
Bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go
And we foul to these habits
And the way is to eliminate these faggots
All disrespect
To who may be affended, by the way I represented
And I'm no stranger, to
Dance with a man in a field with anger
Now that ghetto, for ya
Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and muthafuckas

Hook:
Till death do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us
We'll be stompin bitches till they us, get wild

[Lil
Who wanna go against the man, that walked hot fire
Banned for the kicked down door for my empire
Rapid fire, Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]
See, I know alot, seen alot, been thru alot
Took alot, never took a
God forbid, If I took a hot for a reason
Try to understand my pain, roll up trees an'
Reminisce on feels I was bringin
Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit
Listen to the words of a nigga, that
You see I meant that, for the memories I left back
Lil never was a shady ass nigga
When it was on, we scar and a gravy ass nigga
So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor at me
[Fizzy Woe Mack] That was my

You did ya hit you had to do
Five and you go
Comin with ya new show, and watch ya get
Doin this shit since whipped for wastin grtis
And sneakin out mom had late shifts and same mix
Snakes quit, I up flops and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and they care who the fuck knows
I'm sutile and find and fucked up
Before I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump
My what, so pump up tracks belack back
Roll crazy eighty rollin in stollin jack act
on the map for car jacks and gat smacks
I'm on the map for the bitch outta niggas on wax
What, M.O.P.

(several and shit shouted out)

Yea, salute,