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 place where the *niggas* are
And pretend to be your friend and put one your
And you can keep on yelling, the cops won't
You beef, we got burgers and then some
We the era when we learned on our own
wild in the streets with both parents at home
Kind of hard to find a young un alone - we was crewed up
on the walls taught wars and getting chewed up

[Verse 2 - St. Paul
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm to make a small fortune
By taking things and blowing em out of proportion
sarcasm as my second language
Look mom I'm famous, I mean I'm
You say you write best rhymes when you high
I say I write my rhymes cause I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm nice
If you want my CD I will give you special
Haha, take Trummond's
St. Paul Slim the best homie, of its hype
So please lil asshole, your mouth closed
'Fore momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Messiah]
You could I'm focused by the look in my eye
You could see I'm dirty by how my kicks is
You know I the truth, I got no reason to lie
Hey, like I tell my "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 and go home to your wives
And leave me and Slug to play with these bitches
You know I spit the sickness since syphilis
Mixed with malaria, fuck it, the the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in area
Messiah uh huh, hello America

4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo what the is new?
I'm back wit and the crew
To do you need style, I thought you knew
It's not a diss, yo it's my point of view
Maybe if I sideways, y'all *niggas* will
Throw lyrics my way instead of the
Now getting ran over by cars and Land
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 need to go
I knock rappers out, y'all scratch and pull

5 - Brother 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 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 trust it no regular shit
That's a polite asshole and a pimp
You would think it was a party, not a
Church mosque, a knack
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers don't how to act
Remove em all my sight like a cataract
Poof! a magic act

6 - Toki Wright]
Walk over like DMC, three stripes
Leaver be three strikes, visa need swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts brush
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 but just enough
To lean on top of this metropolis binoculars
Walk like a pimp, like a Macintosh
Battle scars, trynna figure out your avatar
Leave the cameras on, told ya partner he can't perform
Brought a torch to the building, he think I'ma hand it to him

[Verse 7 -
Yeah, yeah, I solemnly
To fight the good as long as I'm here
But sometimes the good don't seem fair
Cause all the best soldiers we had ain't
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 to keep a low profile
Pump brakes, stay in your lane
A bunch of chasing fame
I'll your face and take your chain
Sit your 5 dollar ass down before I change

8 - Slug]
Break chips down, count your business
Ain't free, it's a James Brown Christmas
So god bless the now and give it
To the of the drums while none of us outlive it
I treat Hip Hop a sport
Stay on my game, put my time on the
While you complain and get high some
Might explain why your team find support
Now catch me in the wit a whisky
Chattin up a like I'm attractive and witty
I to dip to do my raps and get busy
Why don't you come see me I'm back in your city?