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 rule yo, yo

Street, Meth, we like AC and OJ
(That crazy!)
I up on you in broad days, I'm a loose 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, you're not in my
(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 hurt to be here, okay, let me see
Stat' land, letter is I, we back man
Harder than a dick on gettin' a lap dance
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 is slum
(Son, I'm knowin')
Cut they jeans mad

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

Stingy my doe, even 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 yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go
(But y'all gotta get the fuck here)
Who stay like 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!)
is holdin'
Run up, watch me put one up in colon
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, chicks posin'
Lambchop niggaz is sheep in clothing

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, Killa Bee,

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

Beware, danger, shoot off your
all your dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We don't bust our 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 murder you with your gun
When I start off
(Niggaz is off)
You chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth

I Double O 3, long no see
Who mind parts seas, and 'cause to see
Some 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 thing on her swallow my seed
If rap wasn't rap no more, would it be?
I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, be the weed
That's

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

Homicide housing, linx
Carlton fisk, DC, rest in
To the dollar kid Y
SI, NY,
Sick eyes, 7
Big nut, up?

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