Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

Ooh! We have
Yeah, show you how to again
(Show you how to again)
the rap rule 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 for dead in the hallways
That ill breed, move in speed, follow my lead
(Me and my Co-Ds 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
land, crooked letter is I, we back man
Harder a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' a back hand
(I y'all kids)
As if we in a game of Spades, and y'all
John Blaze, not the clothing, some of that is slum
(Son, I'm knowin')
Cut jeans mad young

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

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

Stingy with my doe, stingier with dojia'
(Told y'all)
You'll go broke, long as I yo'ya
Maintain your composure, or party
For stank bitches, who get it twisted like
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't go home
(But y'all gotta get the fuck here)
Who stay 'Lo' like Jennifer, 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 your
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, chicks posin'
Lambchop is sheep in wolf clothing

In the letter I, it's do or die
Shit, every man to stay alive
In the crooked letter I, you 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, Killa Bee,

Beware, danger, shoot off your
Warn all your
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We don't our guns in the air)
Never that, y'all don't come out 'til the coast is
(Who you to fear?)
Street, I no one
You all thumbs, I probably you with your gun
When I 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 'cause to see
Some think this industry is just all and G
Then he make it to the door, and he can't the key
Don't what it be, to make y'all follow my lead
Or make this pretty thing on her knees my seed
If rap rap no more, what 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, man fights to stay alive
In the letter I, you should not try
Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

Homicide housing, loose
fisk, DC, rest in peace
To the million kid Y
SI, NY,
Sick eyes, 7
Big nut, up?

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