Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

Chorus:
Till death do us, move us
We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't
Holler if you hear this,
Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger jackin
steal

Danze]
Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's nuff]
hell to alot of different degrees
And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear
To flare arms, whenever we harm
near [yeah, clack clack], keep it right
If you pro gang, you don't belong here soldier
I'm like scale, without the pedastool
to teach the new school, true school jewels
I'm never followin them fools, I'm a stand up dude
I makes my own rules
So what's it gonna be, let me
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, you go
And we to eliminate these habits
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 field with
Now that ghetto, for ya
Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll

Hook:
Till death do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us
be stompin bitches till they shoot us, get wild

[Lil
Who wanna go against the man, that across hot fire
Banned for the kicked down for my whole empire
fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]
See, I know alot, seen alot, don' thru alot
Took alot, took a shot
God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a
Try to understand my pain, up some 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 never was a shady ass
When it was on, we scar and a gravy ass nigga
So when you crack ya and you pour ya liquor holla at me
[Fizzy Woe That was my nigga

You did ya hit you had to do
minutes and you go
Comin ya new show, and watch ya get sumo
this shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtis
And out when mom had late shifts and same mix
Snakes quit, I flip up flops and fuck
I fuck up ya fun and don't care who the fuck knows
I'm sutile followed and 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 eighty rollin in 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 names and shit out)

Yea, salute,