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 ride 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, 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 clown MCs

I rock for all my
(I for all my niggaz)
why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here
Stat' land, crooked 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 game of Spades, and renig'
John Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz some of that is
(Son, I'm knowin')
Cut they mad young

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?

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?

Stingy with my doe, stingier with dojia'
(Told y'all)
never 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 ain't gotta go home
(But y'all gotta get the fuck here)
Who stay 'Lo' 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)
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 colon
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks
Lambchop niggaz is sheep in 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, Killa Bee,

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

Beware, danger, shoot off flares
Warn all dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We bust 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 you with your gun
I start lettin' off
(Niggaz is off)
You straight chicken broth, we holes in your

I Double O 3, time no see
Who mind seas, and 'cause 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 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 I, it's do or die
Shit, man fights to stay alive
In the crooked letter I, you 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 lookin' on the track,
Matter fact, I'm a call island the tri-borough, now on
'Cuz we'll try any thing
Homicide
y'all