Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
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 buckin at 5-0, I'm
I'm from a place where the are jelly
And pretend to be your and put one your belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops won't
You want beef, we got burgers and then
We from the era when we on our own
Runnin wild in the streets with both parents at
of hard to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught and getting chewed up

[Verse 2 - St. Paul
Now I know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By small things and blowing em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my language
Look mom I'm famous, I I'm flagrant
You say you write your best when you high
I say I write my rhymes cause I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota
If you want my CD I give you special price
Haha, take advice
St. Paul Slim the best homie, of its hype
So please lil asshole, keep your mouth
'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, I tell my chicks "You ain't got a lotta kick it"
All I'm do is get a piece 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 these bitches
You know I spit the sickest since syphilis
Mixed malaria, fuck it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in area
Muja Messiah uh huh, hello

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

[Verse 5 - Brother
I hustle hard for the of god
My life has been the biggest struggle for the start
I up and throw the hands of my thug at heart
So when the shit hit the fan I come apart, I breathe and shrug it off
- the Big Brother's big brothers
Catch is to turn king to wrist cutters
Just trust it no regular shit
That's a polite and a sensitive pimp
You would it was a party, not a Cadillac
Church mosque, a knack
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers know how to act
Remove em all my sight like a cataract
Poof! It's a act

[Verse 6 - Toki
over beats like DMC, three stripes
Leaver be three strikes, visa need three
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts brush
Mobile phones, loan, courted blown pampers
Chilling at the party in B-Boy
And looking at me funny, why? Cause they can't dance
So I'm cutting up and shutting up, I'm but just enough
To lean on top of metropolis with binoculars
Walk like a pimp, think like a
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 think hand it to him

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

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