Luyện nghe bài hát Got The Flava

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

[Wali
Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause I play ball (it's all good)
I'm representin 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 Raider and all the
People jealous, well it's the brothers (the brothers)
On some other shit can't Shabazz
Representin not to mention that I'm cash
Get with that or get with this I'm kickin this
With the styles I'm runnin through niggas Emmit Smith

Arty]
Touchdown, I buck MCs that step up
10 G's if you wanna MC up
The ghetto in your hood, hoodie down
Stomps from the Bronx, the boogie man from the Down
never told me there would be days like this
That I'd be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my
On tour, with that 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 love it cause we made
I'm gettin papers my peeps
As Party Arty keeps Bacardi so MCs meet the

[A.G.]
Check the but don't sweat the technique
Even made the baddest bitches get weak when the vets speak
(Hopin) That your head 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 doll that cordless
All this and that and then
Get paid to put on tracks, I guess that's my income
The beat chills so be comin back for refills
(My man shows his street skills) From to the Peekskills
the rumors, givin MCs brain tumors
Time to step off the set, gotta jet like

(2x)]

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