Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite

Rock mics, hold my diz-ick, exquisite
Pop niggas then I the biscuit
Get some dro and it, when from Mo' to Cryst shit
Still gettin' that dough, on the striz-ip, on the tiz-up

They call me Gruffie, Hound, used to be a Pound Puppy
You see the way I down bubbly
Every dame in the town me, stay dip
Cardiere flame shit, Polo brown

Moves too swift to let ya clowns me
Smokin' like a doo-doo Dutchie and you get found
Bust his here, man, yo' just infer
It's a while now, I must appear, yo' ass out

You fuckin' with the 'cause of this, who liver than
on yo' wrist, take yo' rollie, try to resist
Now I'm in the club shakin' some pie and some Cryst
And that shit you be makin', ain't than this

You how them thug cats do
McGruff style hard wit that Harlem
bent everyday, all day
The club see sick, it's that Harlem way,

You know how them thug do
McGruff style hard wit Harlem crew
Gettin' everyday, all day
The club see sick, it's Harlem way, exquisite

Yo, yo, my rings, champagne king, chain danglin'
World to England, make world tour moves
Up in hotels, girls all nude, who get screwed
Big boobs, wantin' to get the dudes, sippin' Cryst with the cube

Lookin' slick on the tube, yo, bitches got my dick in the mood
Flushed out, my mind, room service picked us food
We in the rich cart and got baby girl fartin'
Newly ro', day your dick cartin', six

D, front row seats, Knicks at the Garden
We players, six hundred Benzes,
papers, overseas, under grass and acres
When it catch in Vegas, hate us

Fly class wit gators, flash the latest
My ass switch ya ass to neighbors
Diamond rings from
spendin' cash on more capers

You know how thug cats do
McGruff style hard wit that crew
Gettin' everyday, all day
The club see sick, it's that Harlem way,

You know how thug cats do
McGruff style hard wit Harlem crew
Gettin' everyday, all day
The club see sick, it's that Harlem way,

I hot rhymes, take yo' Hot 97 slot time
I shine an archive, her thirty night dime
V-12, six hundred gas, put my on
Put a mic on, put it on

arm like Nam, Desert Storm never fight calm
Roll fifth, shook my arm, pearl white palm
Murder your life form, more noise than a night storm
Heavy artillery, hand grenades and pipe

Light Tron, then there's no who I might harm
Top wall, businessman, in they white bond
It's like on, bullet holes, buck 50 long
strong, Don Juan, ill trife con

Write hype shit, my gang can make a dike dick
And my bigger than yo' crew twice as thick
be lookin' for some mic's to stick, nights to slick
And pikin' and all the bad righteous chicks

My niggas light toke, you like them
Tenure conversely, all of kicks
My man L got 25 to life, me life's a bitch
Said, "Hold yo' head, Gruff, son and them hits"

You how them thug cats do
McGruff style hard wit Harlem crew
bent everyday, all day
The club see sick, that Harlem way, exquisite

You know how them cats do
McGruff style hard wit Harlem crew
bent everyday, all day
The club see sick, it's Harlem way, exquisite

You how them thug cats do
McGruff style hard wit that Harlem
bent everyday, all day
The club see sick, it's Harlem way, exquisite