Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

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

[Billy
Now we have met and with a lot of different MC's [sho nuff]
Raised hell to alot of different
And we have the Constitution of to bear arms
To arms, whenever we fear harm
It's [yeah, clack clack], keep it right
If you pro gang, you don't belong here soldier
I'm like scale, without the pedastool
Come to teach the new school, true jewels
I'm never followin them fools, I'm a real stand up
I makes my own motherfuckin
So what's it gonna be, let me
Bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go
And we foul to eliminate these
And the best way is to eliminate these
All disrespect
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 ain't ghetto, for ya
Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and muthafuckas

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

[Lil
Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot
for the kicked down door for my whole empire
Rapid fire, Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]
See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been alot
Took alot, took a shot
God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a
Try to understand my pain, roll up trees an'
Reminisce on feels I was bringin
Spark up a L, you got the M.O.P. shit bangin
Listen to the words of a nigga, 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 ass nigga
So you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me
[Fizzy Woe Mack] That was my

You did ya hit you had to do
minutes and you go
Comin ya new show, and watch ya get sumo
Doin shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtis
And out when mom had late shifts and same mix
quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the knows
I'm sutile followed and find and up
Before I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump
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 the bitch outta niggas on wax
What, M.O.P.

(several names and shouted out)

Yea, salute,