Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

Ooh! We returned
Yeah, show you how to flow
(Show you how to again)
It's the rap rule 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
ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead
(Me and my about to OD)
Let me
I'm that OG, 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)
That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see
Stat' land, letter is I, we back man
Harder than a dick on viagra gettin' a lap
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 that is
(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 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
Maintain 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 gotta get the fuck here)
Who stay 'Lo' like Jennifer, see me a lot
But when you see Vivica, 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 to my style maybe is clonin'
The
(I'm you now!)
is holdin'
Run up, me put one up in your colon
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks
Lambchop niggaz is in wolf clothing

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

In the letter I, it's do or die
Shit, man fights to stay 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 bust our guns in the air)
Never that, y'all 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 start off
(Niggaz is off)
You straight broth, we holes in your terrycloth

I O 3, long time no see
Who mind parts seas, and blind to see
Some think this industry is all rhyme and G
Then he it to the door, and he can't find the key
Don't know it be, to make y'all follow my lead
Or make this pretty thing on her knees 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 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?

housing, loose linx
Carlton fisk, DC, rest in
To the dollar 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 Staten the tri-borough, now on
'Cuz we'll try any thing
housing
Fuck