Luyện nghe bài hát Crime Connection

Stupid...can't fuck with (I know)
your whole team kid. Yea dunn

[Verse 1-

Yo, I my niggas for that
We strike back, handle
Test the realist, focused
And keep the, near us
Niggas is careless, up
Switchin up teams, over
And gettin stuck for they
like they skills, it superb
Got the nerve, to get the
Fuck out, kicked to the curb
Thats for you and your whole
You roll thick, more the better, so
A dick bitch you whipped, shitted on
Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take thug off
You had it on a bit too long, tuck your in
Your gettin yaked, for you 14 karat gold cubic zirconian
Ass having, talking it, being 'bout it
You ain't been doin it, so don't
Matter fact, keep it
it's on, accumulate like cancer cells
With advanced sales, leave a dead
Son he tell, like a Viking, we strikin
Reconstructing maps, plantin QB
Son we to visualize picture, analyze
Situate another occupation, in arrest
State of mind, you must be out your mind
Put you out of misery, short your lifetime,
even reach 23, first class shot, special delivery
No doubt you wanna lay it for at you, at own crib
Talk out the ass, at own risk, it wont give one fuck
Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with cats, crossin ya path
bad luck, Everyone has a destiny, so we destine
To make the outta life, crime connection

2- Prodigy]

Yo, I send shots to any man who to close
Niggas get fold a letter, and shipped across coast
Who goes, to go against my militant crime
Like these niggas sending missiles to hit ya
Up from the ground up son, you get the
If not it down, take a picture
Botanical exotic shit, me lifted, somethin retarded
up my high, beefin don't get me started
Too late, Iam already on ya ass, beat the fuck out
With you, and anybody grab me,
Move back we attack like pits in basements
Hungry for blood, deranged this,
Type a shit ya ever in your life
bled to death, standin up, holdin his life
Applying pressure to his wound, tryin to the blood loss
layin in a pool of the shit, his own fault
It's P the from NYC, you get extremely, cut the fuck up
By scarlee to can't recognize, do I have to all the time
And get up close and personal in front of ya
See me dipped in down-low, ready for action, crept
Moved on ya enterprise and crash ya stock, put a hold on your
And dug your pop, You National Geographic niggas is for flippin
This wildlife surround me I live in, and flow through the jungle
At night on Expedition, I got a jones for life shit,
Survivors of block wars and crime niggas, know I talk
In a black Tahoe, throw it in forlo, and blow the dancin'
Doin about a 100 all the way to

[Verse 3-

It seems, like gettin ahead, lead being or in the feds
I kept a glock in my box under my bed
And had dreams to bag Ki's and duffel bags with madd G's
Parle in a condo with a warm breeze and trees
My projects is like a Vietnam scene
And my team be reppin, settin with shit that'll rip vests
Flexin' Diamantes, when it's on I'll regulate shit the way
Yo Iam smooth like a drop top benz fat rims
I made moves, in war gear and black
And layed low, cause I was tryin to paid yo
minerals to criminals called Yae-yo
The blocks, full of unseen riches and snitches
blast and cops flashin pictures,
Son askin, can he get a
And a loss when the new task force snatched him
9's and Tec's, my outlined your vests
My fear 25 years and death.

Ill minds connection, crime
bring beef in my direction, kid
Cormega and Mobb supply your section
the infamous realness, don't try to test it

Like this, ill connection, crime connection
Never bring beef in my direction,
and Mobb Deep supply your section
With the infamous realness, don't try to it