Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

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

Street, Meth, we ride AC and OJ
(That crazy!)
I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a loose
I the heaterz, always
timers, get left for dead in the hallways
That ill breed, move in 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 rock for all my
(I for all my niggaz)
why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here
Stat' land, letter is I, we back man
Harder a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' like a hand
(I y'all kids)
As if we in a game of Spades, and renig'
Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz some of that is slum
(Son, I'm knowin')
Cut jeans mad young

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

In the crooked 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?

Stingy with my doe, even with dojia'
(Told y'all)
You'll never go broke, as I yo'ya
Maintain your composure, or party
For stank bitches, who get it twisted like
for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go home
(But y'all gotta get the 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)
to a bird on the bat phone
Zonin', out the area,
The closest you could come to my style maybe is
The
(I'm you now!)
Niggaz is
Run up, watch me put one up in colon
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, chicks posin'
Lambchop niggaz is in wolf clothing

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

In the letter 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,

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 the coast is clear
(Who you to fear?)
Street, I no one
You all thumbs, I probably murder you your gun
When I start off
(Niggaz is off)
You straight chicken broth, we holes in your

I Double O 3, long no see
Who parts seas, and 'cause blind to see
Some this industry is just all rhyme and G
Then he make it to the door, and he can't the key
Don't know it be, to make y'all follow my lead
Or make this 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
That's

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

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

Big up to denaun, good on the track, nigga
Matter fact, I'm a Staten island the tri-borough, now on
we'll try any fuckin' thing
Homicide
Fuck