Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
They call me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are
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 where the *niggas* are jelly
And pretend to be friend and put one your belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops come
You want beef, we got and then some
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 walls taught wars and chewed up

2 - St. Paul Slim]
Now I know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By taking small and blowing em out of proportion
Using as my second language
Look mom I'm famous, I mean I'm
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 want my CD I give you special price
Haha, take advice
St. Paul Slim the homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, keep mouth closed
'Fore your momma be "Look at my son, he out cold"

3 - Muja 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 tell my chicks "You 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 here to play with bitches
You know I the sickest sickness since syphilis
Mixed with malaria, it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in area
Muja Messiah uh huh, hello

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
It's not a diss, yo it's just my of view
Maybe if I sideways, y'all *niggas* will
Throw lyrics my way of the highway
Now ran over by cars and Land Rovers
We starred, you sub par, send your man over
Pardon, you gon' step to
Spit phat, not anorexic
Come stacked boy, it ain't no to go there
I knock rappers out, y'all scratch and hair

[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 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 shit
That's a polite and a sensitive pimp
You think it was a party, not a Cadillac
Church mosque, a knack
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers don't how to act
Remove em all from my sight a cataract
Poof! a magic act

6 - Toki Wright]
Walk over beats like DMC, stripes
Leaver be three strikes, visa need three
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts dandruff
Mobile phones, loan, courted blown pampers
Chilling at the 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 enough
To lean on top of metropolis with binoculars
Walk like a pimp, like a Macintosh
Battle scars, trynna 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

7 - Blueprint]
Yeah, yeah, I swear
To fight the fight as long as I'm here
But sometimes the good fight don't seem
Cause all the best soldiers we had ain't
gone 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 a low profile
your brakes, stay in your lane
A of fakes chasing fame
punch your face and take your chain
Sit your 5 dollar ass down before I make

[Verse 8 -
Break these chips down, your business
Ain't nothing free, a James Brown Christmas
So god the underground now and give it
To the sound of the drums while none of us it
I Hip Hop like 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 wit a whisky
Chattin up a missy I'm attractive and witty
I to dip to do my raps and get busy
Why don't you come see me when I'm back in your