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 homeboy in the 9-0 and liable
To get the gun at 5-0, I'm tribal
I'm from a place 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 in the streets with both parents at home
Kind of to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught 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 things and em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my second
mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant
You say you write your best rhymes when you
I say I write my best rhymes I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota
If you my CD I will give you special price
Haha, take advice
St. Paul Slim the best homie, of its hype
So lil asshole, keep your mouth closed
'Fore 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 I tell the truth, I got no reason 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 these bricks into a legit business
Now run and go home to your wives
And leave me and Slug here to with these bitches
You know I spit the sickness since syphilis
with malaria, fuck it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your
Muja uh huh, hello America

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, wack, yo what the fuck is new?
I'm wit Atmos 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 turn sideways, *niggas* will
lyrics my way instead of the highway
Now getting ran over by cars and Land
We starred, you sub par, maybe send man over
Pardon, you gon' step to
Spit phat, not shit
Come stacked boy, it ain't no to go there
I knock rappers out, y'all scratch and pull

[Verse 5 - Ali]
I hard for the love of god
My life has the biggest struggle for the bloody start
I knuckle up and throw the hands of my thug at
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 king to wrist cutters
Just trust it ain't no shit
That's a polite and a sensitive pimp
You think it was a party, not a Cadillac
mosque, have a knack
Dr. Dre Training Day don't know how to act
Remove em all from my sight like a
Poof! It's a act

[Verse 6 - Wright]
Walk over beats like DMC, three
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 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 this metropolis with
Walk like a pimp, think a Macintosh
Battle scars, also figure out your avatar
Leave the on, told ya partner that he can't perform
Brought a torch to burn the building, he I'ma hand it to him

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

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