Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

Ooh! We returned
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 days, I'm a loose link
I the heaterz, always
Small timers, get left for dead in the
That ill breed, move in speed, follow my lead
(Me and my about to OD)
Let me
I'm OG, you're 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, letter is I, we back man
Harder a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance
like a back hand
(I slap 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 jeans mad young

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, Bee, why?

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

Stingy with my doe, even stingier with
(Told y'all)
You'll never go broke, as I yo'ya
Maintain composure, or party over
For stank bitches, who get it like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go
(But gotta get the fuck outta here)
Who stay 'Lo' Jennifer, won't see me a lot
But you see Vivica, tell 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 maybe is clonin'
The
(I'm you now!)
Niggaz is
Run up, watch me put one up in colon
town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin'
Lambchop niggaz is in wolf clothing

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

In the crooked 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?

Beware, danger, shoot off flares
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 murder you your gun
When I lettin' off
(Niggaz is off)
You straight chicken broth, we holes in your

I Double O 3, long no see
Who mind seas, and 'cause blind to see
Some think this 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 y'all my lead
Or this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
If rap wasn't rap no more, what it be?
I know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the weed
That's

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?

Homicide housing, loose
Carlton fisk, DC, rest in
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
we'll try any fuckin' thing
Homicide
Fuck