Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

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

Danze]
Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's [sho
Raised hell to alot of degrees
And we have the of Rights to bear arms
To flare arms, whenever we harm
It's near [yeah, clack], keep it right
If you pro gang, you don't around here soldier
I'm like fish scale, without the
Come to teach the new school, school jewels
I'm never followin them fools, I'm a real stand up
I makes my own rules
So it gonna be, let me know
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, you go
And we foul to these habits
And the way is to eliminate these faggots
All disrespect
To anybody who may be affended, by the way I
And I'm no stranger, to
Dance with a strange man in a field with
Now ain't ghetto, for ya
sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll muthafuckas

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

[Lil
Who wanna go against the man, that across hot fire
Banned for the kicked down for my whole empire
fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]
See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been thru
Took alot, never took a
God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a
Try to understand my pain, roll up trees an'
on them feels I was bringin
Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit
to the words 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 gravy ass
So when you crack ya bottle and you ya liquor holla at me
[Fizzy Woe Mack] That was my

You did ya hit you had to do
minutes and you go
Comin with ya new show, and watch ya get
Doin this shit since gettin whipped for grtis
And sneakin out when mom had late shifts and mix
Snakes quit, I up flops and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and don't care who the fuck knows
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
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 names and shit out)

Yea, salute,