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 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 to be your friend and put one your belly
And you can on yelling, the cops won't come
You want beef, we got and then some
We the era when we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the streets both parents at home
Kind of hard to find a young un alone - caused we was up
Taggin on the walls wars and getting chewed up

[Verse 2 - St. Slim]
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm bout to 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 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, 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"

[Verse 3 - Muja
You tell I'm focused by the look in my eye
You could see I'm by how clean my kicks is
You know I tell the truth, I got no to lie
Hey, like I tell my "You ain't got a lotta kick it"
All I'm trynna do is get a of the pie
And turn these bricks into a legit
Now run and go home to your wives
And leave me and Slug here to play these bitches
You know I the sickest sickness 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 wit Atmos and the crew
To do you need style, I thought you knew
It's not a diss, yo it's just my of view
Maybe if I turn sideways, y'all will
Throw lyrics my way instead of the
Now getting ran over by and Land Rovers
We starred, you sub par, maybe send your man
Pardon, you gon' step to
Spit phat, not anorexic
Come boy, it ain't no need to go there
I knock rappers out, y'all and pull hair

5 - Brother Ali]
I hustle for the love of god
My life has been the biggest struggle for the bloody
I up and throw the hands of my thug at heart
So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big
Catch is here to turn to wrist cutters
Just it ain't no regular shit
That's a polite asshole and a sensitive
You would think it was a party, not a
Church mosque, have a
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers know how to act
Remove em all from my like a cataract
Poof! a magic act

6 - Toki Wright]
Walk over beats like DMC, stripes
Leaver be three strikes, visa three swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts brush
phones, suited loan, courted blown pampers
Chilling at the party in 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, think a Macintosh
Battle scars, also trynna out your avatar
Leave the cameras on, told ya partner that he can't
Brought a torch to the building, he think I'ma hand it to him

7 - Blueprint]
Yeah, yeah, I solemnly
To fight the good as long as I'm here
But sometimes the good fight don't fair
Cause all the soldiers we had ain't here
gone now, we all on our own now
And of those left ain't got no style
You give em an inch try to take a whole mile
Too to keep a low profile
Pump your brakes, stay in your
A bunch of fakes fame
I'll punch your face and take chain
Sit 5 dollar ass down before I make change

[Verse 8 -
Break these chips down, count business
Ain't nothing free, it's a James Brown
So god bless the now and give it
To the sound of the drums while of us outlive it
I treat Hip Hop a sport
Stay on my game, put my on the court
you complain and get high some more
Might explain why your team find support
Now me in the back wit a whisky
Chattin up a missy I'm attractive and witty
I to dip to do my raps and get busy
Why you come see me when I'm back in your city?