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 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 carrys the heaterz,
Small timers, get left for dead in the
ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead
(Me and my Co-Ds to OD)
Let me
I'm that OG, not in my league
(You my steez)
I put the smackdown, on you killer 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 letter is I, we man
Harder a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' like a back
(I slap kids)
As if we in a game of Spades, and renig'
John Blaze, not the clothing, some of that is slum
(Son, I'm knowin')
Cut they mad young

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

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

Stingy my doe, even stingier with dojia'
(Told y'all)
never go broke, long as I yo'ya
Maintain your composure, or party
For bitches, who get it twisted like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't go home
(But y'all get the fuck outta 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 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, watch me put one up in your
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like posin'
Lambchop niggaz is sheep in clothing

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

Beware, danger, shoot off your
Warn all your
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We don't bust our in the air)
Never that, 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 terrycloth

I O 3, long time no see
Who parts seas, and 'cause blind to see
Some think this industry is 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 this pretty on her knees swallow my seed
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 I, it's do or die
Shit, every man to stay alive
In the crooked letter I, you not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee,

housing, loose linx
Carlton fisk, DC, in peace
To the million kid Y
SI, NY,
eyes, size 7
Big nut, up?

Big up to denaun, good lookin' on the track,
Matter fact, I'm a call Staten the tri-borough, now on
'Cuz we'll try any fuckin'
housing
Fuck