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 rule 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 in the hallways
ill breed, move in warp speed, follow 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 killer MCs

I rock for all my
(I for all my niggaz)
That's why I to be here, okay, let me see here
Stat' land, crooked is I, we back man
Harder a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' like a hand
(I slap kids)
As if we in a game of Spades, and renig'
Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz some of that is slum
(Son, I'm knowin')
Cut they mad young

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

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

Stingy my doe, even stingier with dojia'
(Told y'all)
You'll go broke, long as I yo'ya
Maintain your composure, or party
For stank bitches, who get it like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go
(But y'all get the fuck 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 on the bat phone
Zonin', out the area,
The closest you could come to my style maybe is
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 sheep in clothing

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

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,

Beware, danger, off your flares
Warn all dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We don't our guns 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 with 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 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, must be the
That's

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

housing, loose linx
Carlton fisk, DC, in peace
To the dollar 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 we'll try any thing
Homicide
y'all