Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

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

[Billy
Now we have met and connect a lot of different MC's [sho nuff]
Raised hell to of different degrees
And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear
To arms, whenever we fear harm
It's near [yeah, clack clack], it right
If you pro gang, you belong around here soldier
I'm like fish scale, 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 what's it be, let me know
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, you go
And we to eliminate these habits
And the best way is to eliminate these
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 to squeeze and sproll muthafuckas

Hook:
Till ditty do us, and they say tough 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 door for my whole
Rapid fire, [First Family], Fire, [M.O.P.]
See, I know alot, seen alot, don' thru alot
Took alot, never took a
God forbid, If I a hot slug for a reason
Try to my pain, roll up some trees an'
Reminisce on them 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 really meant that, for the memories I back
Lil Fame never was a ass nigga
When it was on, we scar fools and a gravy ass
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 with ya new show, and watch ya get
Doin shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtis
And sneakin out mom had late shifts and same mix
Snakes quit, I flip up flops and flows
I fuck up ya fun and don't care who the fuck knows
I'm sutile followed and and fucked up
Before I take out my garbage I frisk a whole truck
My pump what, so pump up tracks belack
crazy 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 niggas on wax
What, M.O.P.

(several names and shit out)

Yea, salute,