Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

Ooh! We returned
Yeah, show you how to again
(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 days, I'm a loose link
I carrys the heaterz,
Small timers, get left for in the hallways
That ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my
(Me and my Co-Ds to OD)
Let me
I'm that OG, you're not in my
(You my steez)
I put the smackdown, on you clown MCs

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

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

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

Stingy with my doe, even with dojia'
(Told y'all)
You'll go broke, long as I yo'ya
Maintain composure, or party over
For stank bitches, who get it twisted yoga
for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go home
(But gotta get the fuck outta here)
Who 'Lo' like Jennifer, won't see me a lot
But you see Vivica, tell her she a fox

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

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

Beware, danger, shoot off flares
Warn all dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We bust our guns in the air)
Never that, y'all come out 'til the coast is clear
(Who you to fear?)
Street, I no one
You all thumbs, I probably murder you with gun
When I start off
(Niggaz is off)
You chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth

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

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,

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

Big up to denaun, good on the track, nigga
Matter fact, I'm a call Staten the tri-borough, now on
'Cuz try any fuckin' thing
housing
Fuck