Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Letter I

Ooh! We have
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 carrys the heaterz,
Small timers, get left for in the hallways
ill breed, move in warp speed, follow 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)
That's why I to be here, okay, let me see here
Stat' land, crooked letter is I, we man
Harder than a dick on viagra a lap dance
Hittin' like a hand
(I slap kids)
As if we in a game of Spades, and renig'
Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz some of that is slum
(Son, I'm knowin')
Cut they 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
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?

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

Stingy with my doe, even stingier dojia'
(Told y'all)
never go broke, long as I yo'ya
Maintain composure, or party over
For bitches, who get it twisted like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and ain't gotta go home
(But y'all gotta get the outta 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 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
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks
Lambchop niggaz is in wolf clothing

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?

In the crooked 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,

Beware, danger, shoot off your
Warn all dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The
(We don't our guns in the air)
Never that, y'all come out 'til 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 'cause to see
Some think this is just all rhyme and G
he make it to the door, and he can't find the key
Don't what it be, to make y'all follow my lead
Or make this pretty thing on her swallow my seed
If rap wasn't rap no more, would 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, man fights to stay alive
In the crooked I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee,

Homicide housing, linx
fisk, DC, rest 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 island the tri-borough, now on
'Cuz we'll try any thing
housing
Fuck