Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - One]
They call me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are
of the 70s and the 80s was in it
Lost the first homeboy in the 9-0 and
To get the gun at 5-0, I'm tribal
I'm from a place the *niggas* are jelly
And pretend to be friend and put one your belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops won't
You want beef, we got and then some
We from the era we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the with both parents at home
of hard to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught wars and getting up

[Verse 2 - St. Paul
Now I don't about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By taking things and blowing em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my second
Look mom I'm famous, I I'm flagrant
You say you your best rhymes when you high
I say I write my best rhymes I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm nice
If you my CD I will give you special price
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 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, I tell my chicks "You ain't got a lotta kick it"
All I'm trynna do is get a of the pie
And turn bricks into a legit business
Now run along and go to your wives
And leave me and Slug to play with 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 your
Muja Messiah uh huh, hello

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

[Verse 5 - Ali]
I hard for the love of god
My life has been the biggest struggle for the bloody
I up and throw the hands of my thug at heart
So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and it off
Atmosphere - the Big big brothers
Catch is to turn king to wrist cutters
trust it ain't no regular shit
That's a asshole and a sensitive pimp
You would think it was a party, not a
Church mosque, have a
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 strikes, visa need three swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts dandruff
phones, suited loan, courted blown pampers
Chilling at the party in B-Boy
And they looking at me funny, why? they can't dance
So I'm cutting up and up, I'm buttercup but just enough
To lean on top of this with binoculars
like a pimp, think like a Macintosh
Battle scars, also trynna figure out your
Leave the on, told ya partner that he can't perform
Brought a torch to the building, he think I'ma hand it to him

[Verse 7 -
Yeah, yeah, I swear
To fight the good fight as as I'm here
But sometimes the good fight seem fair
Cause all the best soldiers we had here
gone now, we all on our own now
And most of those left got no style
You give em an inch they try to take a whole
Too overconfident to keep a low
Pump brakes, stay in your lane
A of fakes chasing fame
I'll punch your face and your chain
Sit 5 dollar ass down before I make change

8 - Slug]
Break these chips down, your business
Ain't nothing free, it's a Brown Christmas
So god bless the underground now and 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 and get high some more
Might explain why your team can't support
Now catch me in the back wit a
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 your