Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - One]
They call me Bad Lieutenant 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 from a 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 beef, we got burgers and then some
We from the era when we on our own
Runnin wild in the streets both parents at home
Kind of hard to find a young un alone - caused we was 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 make a small
By taking small things and em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my language
Look mom I'm famous, I I'm flagrant
You say you write your best when you high
I say I write my best rhymes I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm nice
If you want my CD I will give you special
Haha, Trummond's advice
St. Paul the best homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, keep your closed
'Fore your momma be "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Muja
You could tell I'm 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 my chicks "You ain't got a lotta kick it"
All I'm do is get a piece of the pie
And turn these bricks a legit business
Now run and go home to your wives
And leave me and Slug to play with these bitches
You know I spit the sickest since syphilis
Mixed with malaria, fuck it, the more the
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in area
Muja Messiah uh huh, America

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

[Verse 5 - Brother
I hustle hard for the of god
My has been 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 come apart, I breathe and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big
Catch is here to turn king to cutters
Just trust it ain't no regular
That's a polite and a sensitive pimp
You think it was a party, not a Cadillac
Church mosque, have a
Dr. Dre Day rappers don't know how to act
Remove em all my sight like a cataract
Poof! a magic act

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

[Verse 7 -
Yeah, yeah, I swear
To fight the good fight as long as I'm
But sometimes the good fight don't fair
all the best soldiers we had ain't here
They now, we all on our own now
And of those left ain't got no style
You give em an inch they try to a whole mile
Too overconfident to keep a low
Pump your brakes, in your lane
A bunch of fakes chasing
punch your face and take your chain
Sit your 5 dollar ass before I make change

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