Luyện nghe bài hát Got the Flava

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

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

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

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

[A.G.]
Check the but don't sweat the technique
Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the speak
(Hopin) That your head meets my bed
(Now you're open) Like the Red Sea I'm potent
Don't fit? Don't force it, Flow got that
Who do with that voodoo, my it's that cordless
All this and that and some
Get paid to put on tracks, I guess that's my income
The beat chills so they be comin back for
(My man shows his street skills) here to the Peekskills
the rumors, givin MCs brain tumors
Time to off the set, gotta jet like Puma

(2x)

[Method
What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show your in the area
Forget me not, hysteria
My style around blunts, the Methical
The one and only piece original, phony
One love to my A.G.
A true giant in the industry, hold your up
(Word to God, youknowI'msayin)
Yeah, how it's goin down, you know who got the flava
We got the flava, the
So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns,