Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

Ooh! We have
Yeah, show you how to flow
(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 left for in the hallways
That ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my
(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 for all my niggaz
(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 a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' a back hand
(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 mad young

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?

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

Stingy with my doe, even stingier with
(Told y'all)
You'll go broke, long as I yo'ya
your composure, or party 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, on chrome
(Twistin' a bone)
Talkin' to a bird on the bat
Zonin', out the area,
The closest you could come to my style is clonin'
The
(I'm you now!)
is holdin'
Run up, watch me put one up in your
town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin'
Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf

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

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

I O 3, long time no see
Who mind parts seas, and 'cause to see
Some think this 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 y'all my lead
Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my
If rap wasn't rap no more, would it be?
I know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the weed
shit

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?

Homicide housing, loose
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
fact, I'm a call Staten island the tri-borough, now on
'Cuz we'll try any thing
Homicide
Fuck