Luyện nghe bài hát Crash Your Crew

Eh yo...
Turn my up son too
Yo

You know exactly i'm talking about,

[Ol' Dirty
I'm gonna your crew (x8)

Left drink wine, from the purist
An' rhyme out the mind
Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic
Catch from the ?land fo?
15 inch woofers blow the manhole
the street crack, master feedback
?Allah masters the back?
The look, while the stage shook
Carpenters made
Craftsmen had his head
Pyroclastic flow, heavy tonnes of snow
this rhymin' video
Verbal assassin,
Exploit break through explosively
chamber ate that rap up ferociously
Game controlled, the input channel
I set it high for those on a panel
CD with the durable, cover
Very to no other
I seen a tryin' to set a flow
Thousands show
Observe with the patience of a flower grow
But one individual thing forgot the ?fri
Now his pursuit is not for
A special note, for being flank
While journalist's stay in front of tanks
Blew out first class, back close cash
Ruff class, surfaces no math
Military campaign, while shots cause of the brain
Crazy Eddie insane
*cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra...*
Filled with pain -- niggaz

I'm crash your crew (x16)

I'm gonna crash your

I'm gonna crash crew

"You never use those shoes, you cant have platinum authority inject me,bitch I inject you, the shit that made you say, yo dirt doggchew-chew-chew...."

I'm gonna your crew