Luyện nghe bài hát Got The Flava

Show & A.G. got the (the flavas)
with 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 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
Shit real I already been through
Scared from the threats I you (it's all in the mental)
Jackin niggas I'm in the Central
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 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 right (no one)

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

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

[A.G.]
Check the method but don't the technique
Even made the baddest bitches get weak when 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 it's that cordless
All this and that and some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, I guess that's my
The beat chills so be comin back for refills
(My man shows his street skills) From to the Peekskills
Kill the rumors, givin MCs brain
to step off the set, gotta jet like Puma

(2x)]

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