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 with the 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 rediculous son
I'm this one (don't be dumb)
You run or end up like my last victim
Shit real I already been through
Scared from the threats I 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 with my nigs, A.G. &
Now your idol was vital damage to your ribs
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 right (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 I'm puffin later with my nigga Gary Aida
Peace to Roc and all the goodfellas
People gettin jealous, well the brothers (the brothers)
On some shit can't forget Shabazz
Representin not to mention I'm gettin cash
Get with or get with this because I'm kickin this
With the styles I'm runnin through niggas like Emmit

[Party
Touchdown, I buck down MCs step up
10 G's if you wanna MC up
The ghetto dwella's in your hood, hoodie
Stomps from the Bronx, the boogie man from the Down
Momma never told me there would be like this
That I'd be rippin tracks, paid with my nigs
On tour, roar with that hardcore
Niggas call bluffs (I em no chance) I make it more rough
(And even dance) on niggas faces, rugged, fuck it
niggas 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 but don't sweat the technique
Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak the vets speak
(Hopin) That your head meets my bed
(Now open) Like the Red Sea cause I'm potent
Don't fit? Don't it, Flow got that 4-fifth
Who do that voodoo, my doll it's that cordless
All this and and then some
Get paid to put on tracks, I guess that's my income
The beat chills so they be back for refills
(My man shows his skills) From here to the Peekskills
the rumors, givin MCs brain tumors
Time to step off the set, jet like Puma

(2x)]

Man]
What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show your love in the
Forget me not, mass
My style around blunts, the Methical
The one and piece 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 goin down, you know who got the flava
We got the flava, the
So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns,