Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

Ooh! We have
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 up on you in broad days, I'm a loose link
I the heaterz, always
timers, get left for dead in the hallways
That ill breed, move in warp speed, my lead
(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 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 than a dick on viagra gettin' a lap
like a back hand
(I slap kids)
As if we in a of Spades, and y'all renig'
John Blaze, not the clothing, some of that is slum
(Son, I'm knowin')
Cut they mad young

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?

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, Killa Bee,

Stingy with my doe, even with dojia'
(Told y'all)
You'll never go broke, long as I
your composure, or party over
For stank bitches, who get it like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all gotta go home
(But y'all 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 on the bat phone
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 is sheep in wolf clothing

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, Bee, why?

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

Beware, danger, off your flares
all your dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We don't our guns 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 murder you with your gun
When I lettin' off
(Niggaz is off)
You chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth

I Double O 3, time no see
Who parts seas, and 'cause blind to see
Some think 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 make this pretty thing on her knees my seed
If rap wasn't rap no more, what it be?
I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the
That's

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

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
Matter fact, I'm a Staten island the tri-borough, now on
'Cuz try any fuckin' thing
Homicide
y'all