Luyện nghe bài hát Field Nigga Boogie (XLR8R Remix)

Take it back to the days we raised us up
'Fore coward-ass rap the game corrupt
in the cut back to bring the pain
Puttin on they ass can't stand the rain
And bring heat over beats, and scratch the
In a "No Spin Zone," fuck a bitch
It's the return of the (Bush Killa) to bust
Just us for the justice, in God we
I rush truth to the youth, and shine the
Take the red pill, open up your to life
In this land of these fiends sheep and moles
See us overthrow the of the devil control
And deep, keep it underground for the streets
I'm the last sayin, get 'em outta bounds,
Like ants in war dance, if one fall
Ten in his place to advance the cause, it's all

[reggae chat

[various
"This program includes re-enactments of scenes which depict real events
and material which is intended for" (HIP-HOP)
"Welcome to the show!"
[Dan "Today, more drugs are coming into America than ever before"
"We have the intelligence in the world, we can stop anything we wanna stop"
"You still may know little about" - Dan
"The C.I.A.'s involvement with lords"
"This was a, a dollar 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 motherfuckers different"

Bringing you back what you in hip-hop
Hard truth sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-soldier
Word! "Pay real close, we just begun"

Technique]
Yeah! Technique, part of the rebel militia
Weapon I brandish, don't the canvas to paint a picture
who you askin, I'll tell you what it is
It music motherfucker it's the way that we live
Party crashin, leavin the door a broke lock
And make a toast to the cancer of Murdoch
I got a hit, on the Grand Wizard and the
And be snipin, campus security bike cops
Fuck around, and I'ma blastin they kids
Payback, for what they did to John crib
These pigs talk a lot of shit, shit, the badge
Can put it down and go the fuck wrapped in a flag
I nothin but, empty shells for enemies
Strike me down, that'll give to ten of me
chemistry, my verse is the dirty bomb
Urban combat, next nigga it's on