Luyện nghe bài hát Got the Flava

Show & A.G. got the (the flavas)
Rollin with the and the neighbors (the neighbors)
& A.G. got the flavas (the flavas)
Rollin with the dwellas and the (the neighbors)

[D.
Hey yo no question I'm the best in rap business
No I'm strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son
I'm this one (don't be dumb)
You better run or end up like my victim
Shit that's I already been through
Scared the threats I sent you (it's all in the mental)
Jackin niggas like I'm in the
Cuttin through ass like a Ginsu as I commense to
Get big with my nigs, A.G. &
Now your idol was vital damage to your ribs
straight up and down, crab MCs get crushed
I'll leave your cramped, my crew can't be touched
So when you hear the you know it's D. Flow son
No one can fuck around, yeah right (no one)

World]
Hey yo the on the dilz cause I play ball good (it's all good)
I'm representin the hood
Big shouts to Uncle Pete, you're my number one
No doubt I'm puffin with my nigga Gary Aida
Peace to Roc Raider and all the
People jealous, well it's the brothers (the brothers)
On other shit can't forget Shabazz
Representin not to that I'm gettin cash
Get with that or get with this because I'm this
With the styles I'm runnin through niggas like Smith

[Party
Touchdown, I buck down MCs step up
10 G's if you MC wrecked up
The dwella's in your hood, hoodie down
Stomps from the Bronx, the man from the Boogie Down
Momma never told me there be days like this
That I'd be rippin tracks, gettin with my nigs
On tour, roar with that hardcore
Niggas call bluffs (I em no chance) I make it more rough
(And even slow dance) on niggas faces, rugged, it
Them niggas got to love it cause we this
I'm gettin papers with my
As Party Arty keeps Bacardi so MCs the shotty

[A.G.]
Check the method but don't sweat the
Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak the vets speak
(Hopin) That head meets my bed sheets
(Now you're open) Like the Red Sea cause I'm
Don't fit? Don't force it, got that 4-fifth
Who do with that voodoo, my doll it's that
All this and and then some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, I that's my income
The beat chills so they be comin back for
(My man shows his street skills) From here to the
Kill the rumors, MCs brain tumors
Time to step off the set, gotta jet Puma

(2x)

[Method
What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show your love in the
Forget me not, mass
My style around blunts, the Methical
The one and piece original, never phony
One love to my A.G.
A true giant in the industry, your shoes up
(Word to God, youknowI'msayin)
Yeah, that's how it's goin down, you who got the flava
We got the flava, the
So bring it on, so it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah