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 hear this,
Thugs gon' feel this, banger Jersey jackin
steal

Danze]
Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's nuff]
Raised to alot of different degrees
And we have the Constitution of Rights to arms
To flare arms, we fear harm
It's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it
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 followin fools, I'm a real stand up dude
I makes my own rules
So what's it be, let me know
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow, there you go
And we foul to these habits
And the best way is to eliminate these
All attended
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
Cock sucka, we proceed to squeeze 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 the man, that walked across hot fire
Banned for the kicked down for my whole empire
fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]
See, I alot, seen alot, don' been thru alot
Took alot, never took a
God forbid, If I took a hot for a reason
Try to understand my pain, roll up trees an'
Reminisce on them I was bringin
Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit
Listen to the of a nigga, represent that
You see I really meant that, for the I left back
Lil Fame was a shady ass nigga
When it was on, we scar fools and a gravy ass
So when you ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me
Woe Mack] 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
this 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 up ya fun and they 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 dump
My what, so pump 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 bringin the bitch outta on wax
What, M.O.P.

(several and shit shouted out)

Yea, salute,