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 different [sho nuff]
Raised hell to alot of different
And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear
To arms, whenever we fear harm
It's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it
If you pro gang, you don't belong here soldier
I'm like fish scale, without the
Come to teach the new school, true school
I'm never followin them fools, I'm a stand up dude
I makes my own rules
So it gonna be, let me know
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow, there you go
And we foul to these habits
And the best way is to eliminate these
All attended
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 and sproll muthafuckas

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

[Lil
Who wanna go against the man, that walked hot fire
Banned for the kicked door for my whole empire
fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]
See, I alot, seen alot, don' been thru alot
Took alot, never a shot
God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a
Try to understand my pain, roll up trees an'
Reminisce on them feels I was
Spark up a L, you got the M.O.P. shit bangin
Listen to the of a nigga, represent that
You see I really meant that, for the I left back
Lil never was a shady ass nigga
When it was on, we scar fools and a ass nigga
So when you ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me
[Fizzy Woe That 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 mom had late shifts and same mix
Snakes quit, I flip up and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the knows
I'm followed and find and fucked up
Before I take out my garbage I a whole dump truck
My pump what, so pump up tracks back
Roll crazy with rollin in stollin jack act
Jersey's on the map for car and gat smacks
I'm on the map for bringin the bitch outta on wax
What, M.O.P.

(several and shit shouted out)

Yea, salute,