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 homeboy in the 9-0 and liable
To get the gun buckin at 5-0, I'm
I'm from a place where the are jelly
And pretend to be your friend and put one belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops come
You want beef, we got burgers and then
We the era when we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the streets with parents at home
of hard to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the taught wars and getting chewed up

[Verse 2 - St. Slim]
Now I know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By taking small things and blowing em out of
Using as my second language
mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant
You say you write your best rhymes when you
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 will give you price
Haha, Trummond's advice
St. Paul Slim the homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, your mouth closed
'Fore momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

3 - Muja Messiah]
You could I'm focused 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 got a lotta kick it"
All I'm do is get a piece 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 since syphilis
Mixed with malaria, it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your
Messiah uh huh, hello America

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

5 - Brother Ali]
I hustle hard for the of god
My life has been the biggest 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
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 it was a party, not a Cadillac
mosque, have a knack
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers don't how to act
Remove em all from my like a cataract
Poof! a magic act

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

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

8 - Slug]
Break these chips down, count business
Ain't nothing free, it's a James Brown
So god the underground now and give it
To the sound of the while none of us outlive it
I Hip Hop like a sport
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 me in the back wit a whisky
Chattin up a missy 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?