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 again yo, yo

Street, Meth, we ride AC and OJ
(That crazy!)
I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a link
I the heaterz, always
Small timers, get left for dead in the
That ill breed, move in warp speed, 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 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, letter is I, we back man
than a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' like a hand
(I y'all 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 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 letter I, it's do or die
Shit, every man to stay alive
In the crooked I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?

Stingy with my doe, even stingier with
(Told y'all)
You'll never go broke, long as I
Maintain composure, or party over
For bitches, who get it twisted like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go
(But y'all gotta get the 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, sittin' on
(Twistin' a bone)
Talkin' to a on the bat phone
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
Chizzle town, in the club, like chicks posin'
Lambchop niggaz is sheep in clothing

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

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

Beware, danger, off your flares
all your dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We bust our guns 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 murder you with gun
When I lettin' off
(Niggaz is off)
You chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth

I Double O 3, time no see
Who parts seas, and 'cause blind to see
think this industry 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 follow my lead
Or make this pretty on her knees swallow my seed
If rap wasn't rap no more, what it be?
I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the
That's

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

Homicide housing, linx
Carlton fisk, DC, in peace
To the million 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
'Cuz we'll try any fuckin'
Homicide
Fuck