Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

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

Danze]
Now we have met and with a lot of different MC's [sho 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], it right
If you pro gang, you belong around here soldier
I'm like scale, without the pedastool
Come to 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 be, let me know
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow, there you go
And we to eliminate these habits
And the best way is to eliminate faggots
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 anger
Now ain't ghetto, for ya
Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and muthafuckas

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

[Lil
Who wanna go against the man, that walked hot fire
Banned for the kicked down door for my empire
Rapid fire, [First Family], Fire, [M.O.P.]
See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been thru
Took alot, took a shot
God forbid, If I took a hot for a reason
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. bangin
Listen to the words of a nigga, 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 bottle and you pour ya holla at me
[Fizzy Woe Mack] 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 sneakin out when mom had late and same mix
quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the knows
I'm sutile followed and find and up
Before I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump
My pump what, so up tracks belack back
Roll crazy with eighty rollin in jack act
Jersey's on the map for car and gat smacks
I'm on the map for the bitch outta niggas on wax
What, M.O.P.

(several and shit shouted out)

Yea, salute,