Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
They call me Bad Lieutenant 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 from a place the *niggas* are jelly
And pretend to be your 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
wild in the streets with both parents at home
Kind of hard to a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught wars and chewed up

[Verse 2 - St. Slim]
Now I don't about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By small things and blowing em out of proportion
Using as my second language
Look mom I'm famous, I I'm flagrant
You say you write your best 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 will you special price
Haha, take Trummond's
St. Paul Slim the homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, keep your closed
'Fore your be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Muja
You could tell I'm by the look in my eye
You could see I'm by how clean my kicks is
You know I tell the truth, I got no to lie
Hey, like I tell my chicks "You ain't got a lotta it"
All I'm do is get a piece of the pie
And turn these into a legit business
Now run and go home to your wives
And leave me and Slug here to play 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 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 style, I thought you knew
It's not a diss, yo just my point of view
Maybe if I turn sideways, y'all will
lyrics my way instead of the highway
Now getting ran over by and Land Rovers
We starred, you sub par, maybe send your man
Pardon, you gon' to this
Spit phat, not anorexic
stacked boy, it ain't no need to go there
I knock rappers out, y'all scratch and hair

[Verse 5 - Ali]
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 the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big
is here to turn king to wrist cutters
Just trust it ain't no regular
That's a polite asshole and a pimp
You would think it was a party, not a
mosque, have a knack
Dr. Dre Day rappers don't know how to act
Remove em all my sight like a cataract
Poof! It's a act

[Verse 6 - Wright]
Walk over like DMC, three stripes
Leaver be three strikes, need three swipes
DVDs, clean, cuts brush dandruff
Mobile phones, suited loan, courted blown
at the party in B-Boy stance
And they at me funny, why? Cause they can't dance
So I'm cutting up and up, I'm buttercup but just enough
To lean on top of this metropolis with
Walk like a pimp, like a Macintosh
Battle scars, also figure out your 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 as long as I'm here
But sometimes the fight don't seem fair
Cause all the best soldiers we had ain't
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 your brakes, stay in lane
A bunch of chasing fame
I'll punch your face and your chain
Sit your 5 dollar ass before I make change

[Verse 8 -
Break these chips down, count your
Ain't nothing free, a James Brown Christmas
So god the underground now and give it
To the sound of the 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 high more
Might explain why your can't find support
Now me in the back wit a whisky
Chattin up a missy like I'm and witty
I have to dip to do my raps and get
Why don't you come see me when I'm back in city?