Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - One]
They call me Bad Lieutenant my eyes are squinted
of the 70s and the 80s was in it
Lost the first homeboy in the 9-0 and
To get the gun buckin at 5-0, I'm
I'm a place where the *niggas* are jelly
And pretend to be your friend and put one belly
And you can keep on yelling, the won't come
You want beef, we got and then some
We from the era when we on our own
Runnin wild in the streets with parents at home
Kind of hard to find a un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught and getting chewed up

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

3 - Muja Messiah]
You could tell I'm by the look in my eye
You could see I'm by how clean my kicks is
You I tell the truth, I got no reason to lie
Hey, like I tell my chicks "You ain't got a 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 I spit the sickest sickness since syphilis
Mixed with malaria, fuck it, the the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in area
Messiah uh huh, hello America

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo the fuck is new?
I'm wit Atmos and the crew
To do this you need style, I you knew
It's not a diss, yo just my point of view
Maybe if I turn sideways, *niggas* will
lyrics my way instead of the highway
Now ran over by cars and Land Rovers
We starred, you sub par, send your man over
Pardon, you gon' to this
phat, not anorexic shit
Come stacked boy, it no need to go there
I knock rappers out, y'all scratch and hair

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

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

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

[Verse 8 -
Break chips down, count your business
Ain't nothing free, it's a Brown Christmas
So god bless the underground now and it
To the sound of the drums while none of us it
I treat Hip Hop a sport
on my game, put my time on the court
While you complain and get high more
Might explain why your team find support
Now catch me in the back wit a
Chattin up a missy I'm attractive and witty
I have to dip to do my and get busy
Why don't you see me when I'm back in your city?