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 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 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, not in my league
(You my steez)
I put the smackdown, on you clown MCs

I for all my niggaz
(I for all my niggaz)
That's why I to be here, okay, let me see here
Stat' land, crooked letter is I, we man
Harder than a on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' like a back
(I slap kids)
As if we in a of Spades, and y'all renig'
John Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz some of is slum
(Son, I'm knowin')
Cut they mad young

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, 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
Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

Stingy my doe, even stingier with dojia'
(Told y'all)
You'll never go broke, long as I
Maintain composure, or party over
For stank bitches, who get it twisted like
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 you see Vivica, tell 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 you could come to my style maybe is clonin'
The
(I'm you now!)
Niggaz is
Run up, me put one up in your colon
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 stay
In the crooked I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee,

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

Beware, danger, shoot off flares
all your dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We don't our guns in the air)
Never that, y'all don't come out the coast is clear
(Who you to fear?)
Street, I no one
You all thumbs, I probably murder you with gun
I start lettin' off
(Niggaz is off)
You straight broth, we holes in your terrycloth

I Double O 3, time no see
Who mind parts seas, and blind to see
Some this industry is just all rhyme and G
Then he make it to the door, and he can't the key
Don't know what it be, to make follow my lead
Or make pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
If rap rap no more, what would it be?
I know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the weed
shit

In the letter 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?

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, lookin' on the track, nigga
Matter fact, I'm a Staten island the tri-borough, now on
'Cuz we'll try any thing
housing
Fuck