Luyện nghe bài hát Got the Flava

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

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

World]
Hey yo the on the dilz 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 Gary
Peace to Roc and all the goodfellas
gettin jealous, well it's the brothers (the brothers)
On some other can't forget Shabazz
Representin not to mention I'm gettin cash
Get with that or get with 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 dwella's in your hood, down
Stomps the Bronx, the boogie man from the Boogie Down
Momma never told me would be days like this
I'd be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my nigs
On tour, with that hardcore stuff
Niggas call bluffs (I give em no chance) I make it more
(And even slow dance) on niggas faces, rugged, it
niggas got to love it cause we made this
I'm gettin papers with my
As Party Arty keeps Bacardi so MCs meet the

[A.G.]
Check the method but don't sweat the
Even made the dime bitches get weak when the vets speak
(Hopin) That your head meets my bed
(Now you're open) the Red Sea cause I'm potent
Don't fit? Don't force it, Flow got 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 be comin back for refills
(My man shows his street skills) From here to the
Kill the rumors, givin MCs brain
Time to step off the set, gotta jet like

(2x)

[Method
What the blood clot, son a shot, show your love in the area
me not, mass hysteria
My revolves around blunts, the Methical
The one and only original, never phony
One to my muthafucker A.G.
A true giant in the industry, hold your 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 it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah