Luyện nghe bài hát Crash Your Crew

Eh yo...
Turn my up son too
Yo

You know exactly what i'm about,

[Ol' Bastard]
I'm gonna crash your (x8)

Left wine, from the purist grapevine
An' rhyme out the mutherfucking
Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic
Catch juice the ?land fo?
15 twenty inch woofers blow the
Made the street crack, feedback
masters the beat back?
The crowd look, while the shook
Carpenters made
Craftsmen had his head
Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tonnes of
Broke rhymin' video
Verbal assassin,
your break through explosively
Echo ate that rap up ferociously
Game controlled, the input channel
I set it relatively high for on a panel
CD the durable, long-life cover
Very similar to no
I seen a tryin' to set a flow
Thousands that
Observe with the patience of watching a grow
But one thing forgot the ?fri show?
Now his pursuit is not for
A special note, thanks for being
journalist's stay runnin' in front of tanks
Blew out first class, came back cash
Ruff class, surfaces no math
Military campaign, while cause information of the brain
Beat Crazy Eddie
*cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra...*
Filled with pain -- niggaz

I'm gonna crash crew (x16)

I'm crash your crew

I'm gonna crash your

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

I'm gonna crash your