Luyện nghe bài hát Field Nigga Boogie (XLR8R Remix)

Take it back to the days when we us up
coward-ass rap made the game corrupt
P-Dog in the cut back to bring the
wood on they ass can't stand the rain
And bring over beats, and scratch the itch
In a "No Spin Zone," a scanadalous bitch
It's the return of the (Bush Killa) back to
Just us for the justice, in God we
I rush to the youth, and shine the light
Take the red pill, open up your eyes to
In this land of crack fiends sheep and moles
See us overthrow the hold of the devil
And roll deep, keep it underground for the
I'm the last sayin, get 'em outta bounds,
ants in this war dance, if one fall
Ten more's in his place to the cause, it's all

chat interlude]

[various
"This program dramatic re-enactments of scenes which depict real events
and material which is intended for" (HIP-HOP)
"Welcome to the show!"
[Dan Rather] "Today, more drugs are coming into than ever before"
"We have the best intelligence in the world, we can anything we wanna stop"
"You still may little about" - Dan Rather
"The C.I.A.'s with drug lords"
"This was a, a multi-billion business"
"Even menacing" - D.R. "The C.I.A."
[D.R.] "Have into the drug trade, and are trying to take over the government"
"In the war", "on drugs" - D.R.
"Which is the C.I.A. on?"
"We need a change! We need a change.."

"One of these different"

Bringing you back you miss in hip-hop
Hard sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-soldier radio
Word! "Pay attention real close, we begun"

[Immortal
Yeah! Technique, part of the rebel militia
I brandish, don't need the canvas to paint a picture
Fuck who you askin, I'll you what it is
It ain't music motherfucker it's the way that we
Party crashin, leavin the door a broke lock
And make a toast to the cancer of Rupert
I got a hit, on the Grand and the cyclops
And I'll be snipin, security bike cops
Fuck around, and start blastin they kids
Payback, for what did to John Africa's crib
These pigs a lot of shit, shit, wavin the badge
Can put it down and go the fuck home in a flag
I nothin but, empty shells for enemies
Strike me down, give birth to ten of me
Forbidden chemistry, my verse is the dirty
Urban combat, year nigga it's on