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 again yo, yo

Street, Meth, we like AC and OJ
(That crazy!)
I up on you in broad days, I'm a loose link
I carrys the heaterz,
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 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 hurt to be here, okay, let me see
Stat' land, crooked letter is I, we man
Harder a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' like a back
(I y'all kids)
As if we in a game of Spades, and renig'
John Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz of that is slum
(Son, I'm knowin')
Cut they mad young

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, Killa Bee,

In the letter 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?

Stingy with my doe, stingier with dojia'
(Told y'all)
never go broke, long as I yo'ya
Maintain composure, or party over
For stank bitches, who get it like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go
(But gotta get the fuck outta here)
Who 'Lo' like Jennifer, won't see me a lot
But when you see Vivica, her she a fox

We rollin', big truck, on chrome
(Twistin' a bone)
to a bird on the bat phone
Zonin', out the area,
The closest you could to my style maybe is clonin'
The
(I'm you now!)
Niggaz is
Run up, watch me put one up in your
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks
Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf

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 alive
In the crooked I, you should not try
Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

Beware, danger, shoot off your
all your dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We don't bust our 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 your gun
When I lettin' off
(Niggaz is off)
You straight chicken broth, we holes in your

I Double O 3, time no see
Who mind parts seas, and blind to see
Some think this is just all rhyme and G
Then he make it to the door, and he find the key
know what it be, to make y'all follow my lead
Or this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
If rap wasn't rap no more, would 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 letter I, you should not try
Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

Homicide housing, loose
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 call Staten the tri-borough, now on
we'll try any fuckin' thing
Homicide
Fuck