Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
They me Bad Lieutenant when 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 your
And you can keep on yelling, the cops come
You want beef, we got and then some
We from the era when we on our own
wild in the streets with both parents at home
Kind of to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
on the walls 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 small things and em out of proportion
Using as my second language
mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant
You say you your best rhymes when you high
I say I my best rhymes cause I'm fly
is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota nice
If you want my CD I will you special price
Haha, take advice
St. Paul Slim the best homie, of its hype
So please lil asshole, keep mouth closed
your momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

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

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo 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 just my point of
Maybe if I sideways, y'all *niggas* will
Throw lyrics my way instead of the
Now getting ran over by cars and Rovers
We starred, you sub par, maybe your man over
Pardon, you gon' to this
Spit phat, not shit
Come boy, it ain't no need to go there
I rappers out, y'all scratch and pull hair

[Verse 5 - Brother
I hustle for the love of god
My life has been the struggle for the bloody start
I knuckle up and throw the of my thug at heart
So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and it off
- the Big Brother's big brothers
Catch is to turn king to wrist cutters
Just trust it ain't no regular
That's a polite asshole and a sensitive
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! a magic act

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

[Verse 7 -
Yeah, yeah, I swear
To fight the good fight as long as I'm
But sometimes the fight don't seem fair
Cause all the soldiers we had ain't here
They now, we all on our own now
And most of those left got no style
You em an inch they try to take a whole mile
Too overconfident to a low profile
Pump your brakes, 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

8 - Slug]
Break chips down, count your business
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
you complain and get high some more
Might why your team can't 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 raps and get
Why don't you come see me when I'm back in your