Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

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

Street, Meth, we like 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 Co-Ds to OD)
Let me
I'm that OG, not in my league
(You my steez)
I put the smackdown, on you killer MCs

I for all my niggaz
(I for all my niggaz)
That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see
Stat' land, letter is I, we back man
Harder a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' a back hand
(I slap kids)
As if we in a game of Spades, and y'all
Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz 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 crooked letter I, you not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?

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

Stingy with my doe, stingier with dojia'
(Told y'all)
never go broke, long as I yo'ya
Maintain your composure, or over
For stank bitches, who get it twisted like
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 you see Vivica, tell her she a fox

We rollin', big truck, on chrome
(Twistin' a bone)
Talkin' to a bird on the bat
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, like chicks
Lambchop is sheep in wolf clothing

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

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

Beware, danger, off your flares
Warn all dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We don't bust our in the air)
that, y'all don't come out 'til 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 broth, we holes in your terrycloth

I Double O 3, long no see
Who mind parts seas, and 'cause to see
Some think industry is just all rhyme and G
he make it to the door, and he can't find the key
Don't know what it be, to make follow my lead
Or make pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
If rap rap no more, what would 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 alive
In the crooked I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?

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

Big up to denaun, good on the track, nigga
fact, I'm a call Staten island the tri-borough, now on
'Cuz try any fuckin' thing
Homicide
y'all