Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
They call me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are
of the 70s and the 80s was in it
Lost the homeboy in the 9-0 and liable
To get the gun at 5-0, I'm tribal
I'm from a where 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 burgers and then
We from the era we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the streets both parents at home
Kind of hard to a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the taught wars and getting chewed up

[Verse 2 - St. Slim]
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm bout to a small fortune
By taking things and blowing em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my language
mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant
You say you write your best when you high
I say I write my best rhymes I'm fly
is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota nice
If you my CD I will give you special price
Haha, take advice
St. Paul Slim the best homie, of its hype
So please lil asshole, keep mouth closed
'Fore your be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

3 - Muja Messiah]
You could tell I'm focused by the in my eye
You could see I'm dirty by how clean my is
You I tell the truth, I got no reason to lie
Hey, like I tell my chicks "You got a lotta kick it"
All I'm trynna do is get a of the pie
And turn these bricks into a legit
Now run along and go home to your
And leave me and Slug to play with these bitches
You know I spit the sickest sickness since
Mixed with malaria, it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your
Messiah uh huh, hello America

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, wack, yo what the fuck is new?
I'm back wit Atmos and the
To do this you style, I thought you knew
It's not a diss, yo it's my point of view
Maybe if I turn sideways, y'all *niggas*
Throw lyrics my way of the highway
Now getting ran by cars and Land Rovers
We starred, you sub par, maybe send your man
Pardon, you gon' to this
Spit phat, not anorexic
Come stacked boy, it ain't no need to go
I rappers out, y'all scratch and pull 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 at heart
So when the shit hit the fan I don't apart, I breathe and shrug it off
- the Big Brother's big brothers
Catch is here to king to wrist cutters
Just trust it ain't no shit
That's a asshole and a sensitive pimp
You would it was a party, not a Cadillac
Church mosque, a knack
Dr. Dre Day rappers don't know how to act
Remove em all from my like a cataract
Poof! It's a act

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

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

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