Luyện nghe bài hát Got the Flava

Show & A.G. got the (the flavas)
Rollin the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors)
Show & A.G. got the (the flavas)
with the dwellas and the neighbors (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 flippin one (don't be dumb)
You better run or end up like my victim
that's real I already been through
Scared from the 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
straight up and down, crab MCs get crushed
I'll leave your style cramped, my crew can't be
So when you hear the bomb you know it's D. son
No one can fuck around, yeah that's (no one)

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

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

[A.G.]
Check the method but 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 cause I'm
fit? Don't force it, Flow got that 4-fifth
Who do with that voodoo, my doll that cordless
All this and that and some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, I guess that's my
The beat chills so they be back for refills
(My man his street skills) From here to the Peekskills
the rumors, givin MCs brain tumors
Time to step off the set, jet like Puma

(2x)

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