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

World]
Hey yo the honies on the dilz 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 with my nigga Gary Aida
Peace to Roc and all the goodfellas
People gettin jealous, it's the brothers (the brothers)
On some other shit can't forget
Representin not to mention that I'm gettin
Get with or get with this because I'm kickin this
With the styles I'm runnin through niggas like Emmit

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

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

(2x)

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