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 again yo, yo

Street, Meth, we ride AC and OJ
(That crazy!)
I up on you in broad 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 about to OD)
Let me
I'm that OG, you're not in my
(You my steez)
I put the smackdown, on you killer 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 is I, we back man
Harder a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' like a back
(I slap kids)
As if we in a of Spades, and y'all renig'
John Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz some of is slum
(Son, I'm knowin')
Cut they jeans mad

In the crooked letter I, do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay
In the letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?

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

Stingy with my doe, even stingier with
(Told y'all)
never go broke, long as I yo'ya
Maintain composure, or party over
For stank bitches, who get it twisted yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go
(But gotta 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 come to my style is clonin'
The
(I'm you now!)
Niggaz is
Run up, watch me put one up in your
town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin'
Lambchop is sheep in wolf clothing

In the crooked letter I, do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay
In the crooked letter I, you not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?

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

Beware, danger, shoot off your
all your dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We don't bust our in the air)
Never that, y'all don't come out 'til the coast is
(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 chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth

I O 3, long time no see
Who parts seas, and 'cause blind to see
think this industry is just all rhyme and G
Then he it to the door, and he can't find the key
know what it be, to make y'all follow my lead
Or this pretty thing 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 crooked letter I, do or die
Shit, man fights to stay alive
In the crooked letter I, you not try
Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

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

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