Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

Ooh! We returned
Yeah, you how to flow again
(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 carrys the heaterz,
Small timers, get left for dead in the
That ill breed, move in speed, follow my lead
(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
land, crooked letter is I, we back man
Harder than a dick on viagra a lap dance
Hittin' a back hand
(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 I, it's do or die
Shit, every man fights to 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 crooked letter I, you not try
Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

Stingy my doe, even stingier with dojia'
(Told y'all)
You'll never go broke, long as I
Maintain your composure, or over
For stank bitches, who get it twisted yoga
for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go home
(But y'all get the fuck outta here)
Who stay 'Lo' like Jennifer, see me a lot
But when you see Vivica, 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 you could come to my style maybe is clonin'
The
(I'm you now!)
is holdin'
Run up, watch me put one up in colon
town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin'
Lambchop niggaz is sheep in clothing

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

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, Killa Bee,

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

I Double O 3, time 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 what 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, would it be?
I don't know, I'd be sometime, must 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, Killa Bee,

Homicide housing, linx
Carlton fisk, DC, rest in
To the dollar kid Y
SI, NY,
eyes, size 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 we'll try any thing
housing
Fuck