Luyện nghe bài hát Carribean Connection

Yo, rumble with Pun hah?
Shit on the whole
Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more than Pun?
Who the only one with over a guns?

up in niggaz cribs like I paid the bill
Make you squeal the combination to the safe for
I lace your grill the fire starter
Hit your wife with the from the shower powers I devour

I'm all the fundamentals like Pun and pencil
A piece of paper, a decent caper and to strafe you
My mental's with the radicals
My odyssey type, qualities me to poli' with animals

is cannibals and the ghetto's a jungle
Where you bet all your bundles
Or struggle on the and humble
My niggaz'll with any man for a Benny Fran
Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty

Niggaz'll slice you and you into a thousand pieces
And pound out we jettin' to the uptown
Up in the Boogie Down, bitches the team, pile on the green
Surrounded in like flowers in Spring

For now I'm a King, so it's more than money, all the
Used to call me, 'cause my fam was always hungry
But now we rollin' lovely, and you worse, want my money
Let your steel burst, I'd rather see you in hell first

Mucho trabajo, dinero
I'm selling
Yo, what's the yo?
I'm uptown making moves like Castro

Mucho trabajo, dinero
I'm perico
Yo, the dilly yo?
I'm uptown making moves like Castro

Yo, yo, yo, keep the lights the camera all I want is the action
The battle's on, where I roam in
A crowd, waitin' to see, if I break
like your first time in jail when you got by an inmate

never happen, I'm on balance like a Libra
And if I get murdered, 'Don't Cry For Me
Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my
In three days, I rise like and still sober

Now my eyes open, in my hands I got the
I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to
Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm
I turn 'Mr. Rogers Neighborhood' topsy

Foes and enemies meaning the same in the
This Pictionary, all you see is the cemetery
Bodies, from World War I and II is
You don't want a war that's nuclear warfare

So Big Pun, the stacks, make it fast
Illegal turns legal now we runnin' a laundromat
Your and wack rap is packed in your backpack
Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking

Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb
Run out of the building or get blast in guess
Tec for tec, or we can go for text, oh
I forgot, you don't read, so take this hole in chest, blaow

the blood, give you the gun, run and hide
So the DT shows up
He thought it was a
Suicide, it's a

trabajo, poquito dinero
I'm perico
Yo what's the yo?
I'm uptown moves just like Castro