Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - One]
They call me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are
of the 70s and the 80s was in it
Lost the first in the 9-0 and liable
To get the gun buckin at 5-0, I'm
I'm from a place the *niggas* are jelly
And to be your friend and put one your belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops come
You want beef, we got and then some
We from the era we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the streets with both parents at
Kind of hard to find a young un alone - we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught wars and getting up

2 - St. Paul Slim]
Now I don't know y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By taking things and blowing em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my language
Look mom I'm famous, I mean I'm
You say you write your best rhymes you high
I say I write my best cause I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm nice
If you want my CD I will give you price
Haha, Trummond's advice
St. Paul the best homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, your mouth closed
'Fore your be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Messiah]
You could tell I'm focused by the in my eye
You could see I'm dirty by how my kicks is
You know I tell the truth, I got no to lie
Hey, like I tell my "You ain't got a lotta kick it"
All I'm do is get a piece of the pie
And turn these bricks into a business
Now run along and go to your wives
And leave me and Slug to play with these bitches
You know I spit the sickest sickness since
Mixed with malaria, fuck it, the the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your
Muja Messiah uh huh, America

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, wack, yo what the fuck is new?
I'm back wit and the crew
To do this you need style, I you knew
It's not a diss, yo it's just my point of
Maybe if I sideways, y'all *niggas* will
Throw lyrics my way of the highway
Now getting ran over by and Land Rovers
We starred, you sub par, maybe send man over
Pardon, you step to this
Spit phat, not shit
Come stacked boy, it ain't no need to go
I knock rappers out, scratch and pull hair

[Verse 5 - Brother
I hustle for the love of god
My life has been the biggest for the bloody start
I knuckle up and the hands of my thug at heart
So the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and shrug it off
- the Big Brother's big brothers
Catch is here to turn king to cutters
Just trust it ain't no shit
That's a polite and a sensitive pimp
You think it was a party, not a Cadillac
Church mosque, a knack
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers know how to act
Remove em all my sight like a cataract
Poof! It's a act

[Verse 6 - Toki
Walk over like DMC, three stripes
Leaver be three strikes, need three swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, brush dandruff
Mobile phones, suited loan, courted pampers
at the party in B-Boy stance
And they at me funny, why? Cause they can't dance
So I'm cutting up and shutting up, I'm buttercup but enough
To on top of this metropolis with binoculars
Walk a pimp, think like a Macintosh
Battle scars, also figure out your avatar
Leave the cameras on, told ya that he can't perform
a torch to burn the building, he think I'ma hand it to him

[Verse 7 -
Yeah, yeah, I solemnly
To fight the good as long as I'm here
But the good fight don't seem fair
Cause all the best soldiers we had here
They now, we all on our own now
And of those left ain't got no style
You give em an inch try to take a whole mile
Too overconfident to keep a low
Pump brakes, stay in your lane
A of fakes chasing fame
I'll punch your face and take chain
Sit your 5 dollar ass before I make change

8 - Slug]
Break these chips down, count your
nothing free, it's a James Brown Christmas
So god bless the underground now and it
To the sound of the drums while of us outlive it
I treat Hip Hop like a
Stay on my game, put my on the court
While you complain and get some more
Might explain why team can't find support
Now catch me in the wit a whisky
Chattin up a missy like I'm and witty
I have to dip to do my and get busy
Why don't you come see me I'm back in your city?