Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

Ooh! We have
Yeah, show you how to again
(Show you how to again)
the rap rule 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 the heaterz, always
Small timers, get left for dead in the
ill breed, move 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 hurt to be here, okay, let me see
Stat' land, letter is I, we back man
Harder than a dick on viagra gettin' a lap
Hittin' like a back
(I y'all kids)
As if we in a game of Spades, and y'all
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 alive
In the letter I, you should not try
Tical, Streetlife, Killa 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, Killa Bee,

Stingy with my doe, even stingier with
(Told y'all)
You'll 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 gotta go home
(But y'all gotta get the fuck 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)
Talkin' to a bird on the bat
Zonin', out the area,
The closest you could come to my maybe is clonin'
The
(I'm you now!)
is holdin'
Run up, me put one up in your colon
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like posin'
Lambchop niggaz is in wolf clothing

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

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

I Double O 3, long no see
Who mind parts seas, and blind to see
Some think industry is just all rhyme and G
Then he make it to the door, and he find the key
Don't know what it be, to make y'all follow my
Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my
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
Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

Homicide housing, linx
Carlton fisk, DC, in peace
To the million 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