Luyện nghe bài hát Crash Your Crew

Eh yo...
Turn my up son too
Yo

You exactly what i'm talking about,

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

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

I'm crash your crew (x16)

I'm gonna crash your

I'm gonna crash your

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

I'm crash your crew