Luyện nghe bài hát Crewed Up

[Verse 1 - Stage
They me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are squinted
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 the *niggas* are jelly
And to be your friend and put one your belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops won't
You want beef, we got burgers and then
We the era when we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the with both parents at home
Kind of hard to find a young un alone - we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls wars and getting chewed up

2 - St. Paul Slim]
Now I don't about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By small 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 your best rhymes you high
I say I write my best cause 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 the best homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, your mouth closed
your momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Messiah]
You could tell I'm focused by the in my eye
You see I'm dirty by how clean my kicks is
You know I tell the truth, I got no 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 these bricks into a legit business
Now run and go home to your wives
And leave me and Slug here to play with bitches
You know I spit the sickness since syphilis
Mixed with malaria, it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your
Muja Messiah uh huh, America

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

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

6 - Toki Wright]
Walk over beats DMC, three stripes
Leaver be three strikes, visa need three
DVDs, jeans clean, brush dandruff
Mobile phones, loan, courted blown pampers
at the party 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 on top of this metropolis with binoculars
Walk like a pimp, like a Macintosh
Battle scars, also trynna figure out avatar
Leave the cameras on, told ya 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 the good fight as long as I'm here
But sometimes the good don't seem fair
Cause all the best we had ain't here
They 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 keep a low
Pump brakes, stay in your lane
A of fakes chasing fame
I'll punch your face and take your
Sit your 5 dollar ass down before I make

8 - Slug]
Break these 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 like a
on my game, put my time on the court
While you complain and get high more
Might explain why team 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 I'm back in your city?