Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
They call me Bad when my eyes are squinted
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 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 the era when we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the with both parents at home
Kind of hard to find a young un alone - we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught wars and chewed up

[Verse 2 - St. Paul
Now I don't about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By taking small things and em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my second
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 give you special price
Haha, Trummond's advice
St. Paul the best homie, none 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 tell I'm focused by the look 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 here to play with these
You know I spit the sickest sickness syphilis
Mixed with malaria, it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your
Muja uh huh, hello America

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

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

[Verse 6 - Toki
Walk over like DMC, three stripes
Leaver be three strikes, visa need swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, brush dandruff
Mobile phones, suited loan, blown pampers
at the party in B-Boy stance
And they looking at me funny, Cause they can't dance
So I'm cutting up and shutting up, I'm buttercup but enough
To lean on top of this metropolis binoculars
Walk like a pimp, like a Macintosh
Battle scars, trynna figure out your avatar
Leave the cameras on, told ya partner that he 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 ain't
They now, we all on our own now
And most of those ain't got no style
You give em an inch they try to take a whole
Too overconfident to a low profile
Pump your brakes, stay in your
A of fakes chasing fame
I'll punch your face and your chain
Sit your 5 dollar ass down I make change

8 - Slug]
Break these chips down, count your
Ain't 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 a sport
Stay on my game, put my time on the
While you and get high some more
explain why your team can't find support
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 when I'm back in city?