Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - One]
call me Bad Lieutenant 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 from a place where the *niggas* are
And pretend to be friend and put one your belly
And you can keep on yelling, the won't come
You want beef, we got burgers and then
We the era when we learned on our own
Runnin in the streets with both parents at home
Kind of hard to find a un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the taught wars and getting chewed up

2 - St. Paul Slim]
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small
By taking small and blowing em out of proportion
sarcasm as my second language
Look mom I'm famous, I I'm flagrant
You say you write your best rhymes you high
I say I write my best rhymes I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota
If you want my CD I will give you special
Haha, take advice
St. Paul the best homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, keep your mouth
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 see I'm dirty 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 kick it"
All I'm trynna do is get a of the pie
And turn these bricks into a business
Now run and go home to your wives
And leave me and Slug here to play with bitches
You know I spit the sickest since syphilis
Mixed with malaria, fuck it, the the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in area
Muja uh huh, hello America

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo what the fuck is
I'm back wit Atmos and the
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, y'all *niggas*
Throw lyrics my way of the highway
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 anorexic
Come boy, it ain't no need to go there
I knock out, y'all scratch and pull hair

5 - Brother Ali]
I hustle for the love of god
My life has been the biggest for the bloody start
I up and throw 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 big brothers
is here to turn king to wrist cutters
Just trust it ain't no regular
That's a polite and a sensitive pimp
You would 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! It's a act

6 - Toki Wright]
Walk over beats like DMC, three
Leaver be three strikes, visa three swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts dandruff
Mobile phones, suited loan, courted blown
at the party in B-Boy stance
And they looking at me funny, why? they can't dance
So I'm up and shutting up, I'm buttercup but just enough
To lean on top of this metropolis with
like a pimp, think like a Macintosh
Battle scars, trynna figure out your avatar
Leave the cameras on, told ya partner 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 fight as long as I'm here
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 most of those left ain't got no
You give em an inch they try to take a mile
Too overconfident to a low profile
Pump brakes, stay in your lane
A bunch of chasing fame
I'll punch face and take your chain
Sit your 5 ass down before I make change

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