Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

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

Danze]
Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's nuff]
hell to alot of different degrees
And we have the Constitution of Rights to arms
To flare arms, whenever we harm
It's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it
If you pro gang, you don't around here soldier
I'm like scale, without the pedastool
to teach the new school, true school jewels
I'm followin them fools, I'm a real stand up dude
I makes my own motherfuckin
So it gonna be, let me know
bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go
And we foul to eliminate habits
And the best way is to eliminate faggots
All attended
To who may be affended, by the way I represented
And I'm no stranger, to
Dance with a strange man in a 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 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, [First Family], Fire, [M.O.P.]
See, I know alot, seen alot, don' thru alot
Took alot, never a shot
God forbid, If I took a hot for a reason
Try to my pain, roll up some trees an'
on them feels I was bringin
Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. bangin
Listen to the of a nigga, represent 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 fools and a gravy ass
So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor at me
[Fizzy Woe That was my nigga

You did ya hit you had to do
minutes and you go
Comin with ya new show, and watch ya get
Doin this since gettin whipped for wastin grtis
And out when mom had late shifts and same mix
Snakes quit, I flip up flops and 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 frisk a whole dump
My pump what, so pump up belack back
Roll with eighty rollin in stollin jack act
on the map for car jacks and gat smacks
I'm on the map for bringin the bitch outta on wax
What, M.O.P.

(several names and shit out)

Yea, salute,