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
if you hear this, realness
Thugs gon' this, Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin
shit

[Billy
Now we have met and connect with a lot of MC's [sho nuff]
hell to alot of different degrees
And we have the of Rights to bear arms
To arms, whenever we fear harm
It's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it
If you pro gang, you don't around here soldier
I'm like fish scale, the pedastool
Come to teach the new school, school jewels
I'm never followin fools, I'm a real stand up dude
I makes my own motherfuckin
So what's it be, let me know
bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go
And we foul to eliminate these
And the way is to eliminate these faggots
All attended
To anybody who may be affended, by the way I
And I'm no stranger, to
with a strange man in a field with anger
Now ain't ghetto, for ya
Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll

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

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

You did ya hit you had to do
Five and you go
with ya new show, and watch ya get sumo
Doin this shit since gettin whipped for grtis
And sneakin out when mom had shifts and same mix
Snakes quit, I flip up and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the fuck
I'm sutile followed and find and up
Before I take out my garbage I a whole dump truck
My pump what, so pump up belack back
Roll crazy with eighty in stollin jack act
Jersey's on the map for car jacks and gat
I'm on the map for bringin the bitch outta on wax
What, M.O.P.

(several names and shouted out)

Yea, salute,