Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

Ooh! We returned
Yeah, you how to flow 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 days, I'm a loose link
I the heaterz, always
Small timers, get for dead in the hallways
That ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my
(Me and my about to OD)
Let me
I'm OG, you're 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)
why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here
Stat' land, crooked letter is I, we man
Harder than a dick on gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' like a hand
(I y'all kids)
As if we in a game of Spades, and y'all
John Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz of that is slum
(Son, I'm knowin')
Cut jeans mad young

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,

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?

Stingy my doe, even stingier with dojia'
(Told y'all)
You'll never go broke, as I yo'ya
Maintain your composure, or over
For stank bitches, who get it like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go
(But y'all gotta get the outta here)
Who stay 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 style maybe is
The
(I'm you now!)
is holdin'
Run up, watch me put one up in your
Chizzle town, in the club, like chicks posin'
niggaz is sheep in wolf clothing

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

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?

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

I Double O 3, time 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 it be, to make y'all follow my lead
Or make pretty 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 letter I, it's do or die
Shit, every man fights to alive
In the crooked I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?

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

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