Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

Ooh! We returned
Yeah, show you how to flow
(Show you how to again)
It's the rap rule yo, yo

Street, Meth, we like AC and OJ
(That crazy!)
I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a link
I the heaterz, always
Small timers, get left for in the hallways
That ill breed, in warp speed, follow my lead
(Me and my about to OD)
Let me
I'm that OG, not in my league
(You my steez)
I put the smackdown, on you clown MCs

I for all my niggaz
(I for all my niggaz)
That's why I to be here, okay, let me see here
land, crooked letter is I, we back man
Harder a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' like a back
(I y'all kids)
As if we in a game of Spades, and y'all
John Blaze, not the clothing, some of that is slum
(Son, I'm knowin')
Cut they mad young

In the crooked I, it's do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay
In the letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee,

In the crooked I, it's do or die
Shit, every man fights to alive
In the letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee,

Stingy with my doe, even stingier dojia'
(Told y'all)
never go broke, long as I yo'ya
Maintain composure, or party over
For stank bitches, who get it twisted like
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all gotta go home
(But y'all get the fuck outta here)
Who stay 'Lo' Jennifer, won't see me a lot
But when you see Vivica, her she a fox

We rollin', big truck, sittin' on
(Twistin' a bone)
Talkin' to a on the bat phone
Zonin', out the area,
The closest you could to my style maybe is clonin'
The
(I'm you now!)
Niggaz is
Run up, watch me put one up in your
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks
Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf

In the letter I, it's do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay
In the letter I, you should not try
Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

In the letter I, it's do or die
Shit, every man to stay alive
In the crooked I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee,

Beware, danger, shoot off flares
all your dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We don't our guns in the air)
Never that, y'all don't come out the coast is clear
(Who you to fear?)
Street, I no one
You all thumbs, I murder you with your gun
When I lettin' off
(Niggaz is off)
You straight chicken broth, we holes in terrycloth

I O 3, long time no see
Who parts seas, and 'cause blind to see
Some think this industry is all rhyme and G
Then he make it to the door, and he find the key
Don't know what it be, to make follow my lead
Or this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
If rap rap no more, what would it be?
I don't know, I'd be sometime, must be the weed
shit

In the crooked I, it's do or die
Shit, every man to stay alive
In the crooked letter I, you not try
Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

Homicide housing, loose
Carlton fisk, DC, in peace
To the dollar kid Y
SI, NY,
Sick eyes, 7
Big nut, up?

Big up to denaun, lookin' on the track, nigga
Matter fact, I'm a Staten island the tri-borough, now on
'Cuz we'll try any thing
Homicide
y'all