Luyện nghe bài hát Carribean Connection

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

Runnin' up in niggaz cribs like I the bill
Make you squeal the to the safe for wealth
I your grill with the fire starter
Hit your wife with the sawed-off 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 compatible with the radicals
My odyssey type, qualities allow me to poli' animals

Niggaz is cannibals and the a jungle
Where you either bet all bundles
Or struggle on the simple and
My niggaz'll rumble any man for a Benny Fran
Try to imagine what they can for twenty grand

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

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

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

Mucho trabajo, poquito
I'm selling
Yo, the dilly yo?
I'm making moves just like Castro

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

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

Now my open, in my hands I got the Gatling
I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to
Fists of fury, you like me when I'm angry
I turn 'Mr. Rogers Neighborhood' topsy

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

So Big Pun, count the stacks, it fast
Illegal money turns legal now we 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, bomb threat
Run out of the building or get in your guess
Tec for tec, or we can go for text, oh
I forgot, you don't read, so take this hole in chest, blaow

Hide the blood, you the gun, run and hide
So when the DT up
He it was a suicide
Suicide, a suicide

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