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 in the 9-0 and liable
To get the gun at 5-0, I'm tribal
I'm from a place where the *niggas* are
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 burgers and then
We the era when we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the streets with both parents at
Kind of hard to find a un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught wars and getting up

[Verse 2 - St. Paul
Now I don't know y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By taking small things and em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my language
mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant
You say you write best rhymes when you high
I say I write my rhymes cause I'm fly
is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota 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, keep your mouth
'Fore your be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Messiah]
You could tell I'm by the look in my eye
You could see I'm by how clean my kicks is
You I tell the truth, I got no reason to lie
Hey, like I tell my chicks "You ain't got a kick it"
All I'm do is get a piece of the pie
And these 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, fuck it, the 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 you need style, I thought you knew
It's not a diss, yo just my point of view
Maybe if I turn sideways, y'all *niggas*
Throw lyrics my way of the highway
Now getting ran over by cars and Land
We starred, you sub par, maybe send man over
Pardon, you gon' to this
phat, not anorexic shit
Come stacked boy, it no need to go there
I knock out, y'all scratch and pull hair

[Verse 5 - Ali]
I hustle for the love of god
My life has been the biggest struggle for the start
I knuckle up and throw the hands of my at heart
So the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and shrug it off
- the Big Brother's big brothers
Catch is here to turn king to wrist
Just it ain't no regular shit
That's a polite asshole and a pimp
You think it was a party, not a Cadillac
mosque, have a knack
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers know how to act
Remove em all from my sight like a
Poof! It's a act

[Verse 6 - Toki
Walk over beats DMC, three stripes
Leaver be three strikes, need three swipes
DVDs, clean, cuts brush dandruff
Mobile phones, suited loan, courted pampers
Chilling at the in B-Boy stance
And they looking at me funny, Cause they can't dance
So I'm cutting up and shutting up, I'm buttercup but just
To lean on top of this metropolis with
like 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 I'ma hand it to him

[Verse 7 -
Yeah, yeah, I solemnly
To fight the good fight as long as I'm
But sometimes the good fight seem fair
Cause all the best soldiers we had here
They 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 mile
Too overconfident to a low profile
Pump your brakes, in your lane
A bunch of fakes fame
I'll punch your and take your chain
Sit your 5 dollar ass down before I change

8 - Slug]
Break these chips down, count your
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
explain why your team can't find support
Now catch me in the wit a whisky
Chattin up a like I'm attractive and witty
I have to dip to do my raps and get
Why don't you come see me when I'm in your city?