Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

Chorus:
death do us, can't move us
We can or build, it don't matter
Holler if you hear this,
Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger jackin
steal

Danze]
Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's nuff]
Raised hell to alot of different
And we have the of Rights to bear arms
To flare arms, whenever we harm
near [yeah, clack clack], keep it right
If you pro gang, you don't belong here soldier
I'm like scale, without the pedastool
to teach the new school, true school jewels
I'm never followin fools, I'm a real stand up dude
I makes my own motherfuckin
So what's it gonna be, let me
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow, there you go
And we foul to eliminate these
And the best way is to eliminate these
All disrespect
To anybody who may be affended, by the way I
And I'm no stranger, to
Dance with a man in a field with anger
Now ain't ghetto, for ya
Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and 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 kicked down door for my empire
Rapid fire, 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, up some trees an'
Reminisce on them feels I was
Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit
Listen to the of a nigga, represent that
You see I really meant that, for the memories I back
Lil never was a shady ass nigga
When it was on, we fools and a gravy ass nigga
So when you crack ya and you pour ya liquor holla at me
[Fizzy Woe Mack] was my nigga

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

(several names and shit out)

Yea, salute,