Luyện nghe bài hát Carribean Connection

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

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

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

Niggaz is cannibals and the a jungle
Where you either bet all your
Or on the simple and humble
My niggaz'll with any man for a Benny Fran
Try to imagine they can sacrifice for twenty grand

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

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

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

Mucho trabajo, poquito
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 in composition
A hardcore crowd, to see, if I break
your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate

It'll never happen, I'm on balance a Libra
And if I get murdered, Cry For Me Argentina'
Pour me a cup of vodka, me next to my father
In three days, I rise like Christ and sober

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

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

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

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

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

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