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 this, realness
Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn Jersey jackin
shit

[Billy
Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's nuff]
Raised hell to alot of degrees
And we have the Constitution of to bear arms
To flare arms, whenever we fear
It's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it
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 followin them fools, I'm a real stand up dude
I makes my own motherfuckin
So it gonna be, let me know
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, you go
And we foul to these 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 tough 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 door for my whole
fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]
See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been thru
Took alot, took a shot
God forbid, If I a hot slug for a reason
Try to understand my pain, roll up some an'
Reminisce on feels I was bringin
Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit
Listen to the words of a nigga, represent
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 ass nigga
So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya holla at me
[Fizzy Woe That was my nigga

You did ya hit you had to do
Five and you go
Comin with ya new show, and watch ya get
Doin this shit since gettin for wastin grtis
And sneakin out when mom had late shifts and mix
quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and don't care who the fuck knows
I'm sutile and find and fucked up
Before I take out my I frisk a whole dump truck
My pump what, so up tracks 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,