Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

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

Danze]
Now we met and connect with a lot of different MC's [sho nuff]
Raised hell to alot of degrees
And we have the of Rights to bear arms
To flare arms, we fear harm
It's [yeah, clack clack], keep it right
If you pro gang, you don't belong here soldier
I'm like fish scale, without the
Come to the new school, true school jewels
I'm never them fools, I'm a real stand up dude
I makes my own rules
So what's it be, let me know
Bucka bucka blow, blow blow, there you go
And we foul to eliminate these
And the best way is to these faggots
All attended
To who may be affended, by the way I represented
And I'm no stranger, to
with a strange man in a field with anger
Now ain't 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 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 thru
Took alot, never took a
God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a
Try to understand my pain, roll up some an'
Reminisce on them feels I was
Spark up a L, you got the M.O.P. shit bangin
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 fools and a gravy ass nigga
So you crack 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
Comin ya new show, and watch ya get sumo
Doin this shit since gettin for wastin grtis
And sneakin out when mom had late and same mix
Snakes quit, I flip up flops and flows
I fuck up ya fun and they care who the fuck knows
I'm sutile and find and fucked up
I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truck
My pump what, so up tracks belack back
Roll crazy with 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 and shit shouted out)

Yea, salute,