Luyện nghe bài hát Comin Thru'

Comin wit my crew like this
Aah, I'm wit my like this, comin thru
thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my like this
Comin thru wit my like this
Boy wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my like this
Uhh, wit my crew this

Well yo, 1995 this the way my crew troop
I be the krayzie drayzie to put'cha on the scoop
Like, to be a rapper nowadays is handy
That's why all these niggas wanna be down like
They huffin 'n' puffin but still ain't sayin
I see dem bluffin, they full of shit stuffin
Uh, without rehearsal my style is
And I been strives before dem commercials
I puff a el every time I gotta write
So I can climb the charts like Spiderman

Yo yo, I be the books but don't me with scholastic
Boy, I'll still sink your like I was St.John the Baptist
Spot-blower when I'm not sober
Twisted in the I'm seein red like October
Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain't a rapper deeper
Who get than the leaves up in my fuckin
Flavor like so you better rise up
Read the off-the-wall like ya game of flys up
No ruggle, I'm bout to an over
Blunt, where I two-talk, it's New York
And I have pity, more raps than rap city
Got styles out the ass so my raps shitty
thru'

Comin thru' wit my like this
Aah, I'm wit my like this, comin thru
Comin thru wit my like this
Uhh, wit my like this
thru wit my crew like this
Boy what? wit my crew this
Comin thru wit my like this
Uhh, wit my crew this

I'm bringin it back wit my niggy, it's goin no diggy
I riggity the miggity mic and got dreds like ziggy
Marley, don't own a Harley, what they call me
krayzie drayzie on the mic so what you want g?
I'm rantin and ravin, misbehavin
See I be causin trouble since I started shavin
ain't craig mack but black you know the flave
I briggity break that ass up just like super
I'm kiggity comin a gangsta like boo boo
I put it thru you, ya stink like doo doo

Giggity who next up on deck for wreck?
Shit is on and my don't sweat
Forty days and nights get in some
To get this style and on before this water mic scored
Dat ass tried to slip a one by me
to represent the murderers like Johnnie
Cochran, but ain't no stoppin when I'm diggity
For dump, forgotten, the low down rotten
Juvenile cos I still stink wit ghetto flavor
Distortin my (check it out)
Tootz, I'm in it for the panties, the grammys
It's the books, underground
Lounge with the tootz on ol' major look-type shit
And when I come thru I'm wit my like this
Comin

Comin thru' wit my like this
Aah, I'm wit my like this, comin thru
Comin thru wit my crew this
Uhh, wit my like this
Comin thru wit my crew like
Boy what? wit my crew this
Comin thru wit my like this
Uhh, wit my crew like

(Comin thru wit my crew this)
thru, what? blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss
(Comin wit my crew like this)
(Yeah yeah, I'm wit my crew this)
Uh thru