Luyện nghe bài hát Got The Flava

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

[D.
Hey yo no question I'm the in this rap business
No doubt I'm strapped, get or get clapped rediculous son
I'm this one (don't be dumb)
You better run or end up my last 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 ribs
Word straight up and down, MCs get crushed
I'll your style cramped, my crew 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)

[Wali
Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause I play ball (it's all good)
I'm still the hood
Big shouts to Pete, you're my number one neighbor
No doubt I'm puffin later with my nigga Aida
Peace to Roc Raider and all the
People gettin jealous, it's the brothers (the brothers)
On some other can't forget Shabazz
not to mention that I'm gettin cash
Get with that or get this because I'm kickin this
With the styles I'm runnin niggas like Emmit Smith

Arty]
Touchdown, I buck down MCs that up
10 G's if you MC wrecked up
The ghetto dwella's in 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 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 we made this
I'm gettin with my peeps
As Arty keeps Bacardi so MCs meet the shotty

[A.G.]
the method but don't sweat the technique
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 Don't force it, Flow 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 chills so they be comin back for refills
(My man shows his street skills) here to the Peekskills
Kill the rumors, givin MCs tumors
Time to step off the set, gotta jet Puma

(2x)]

[Method
What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show love in the area
Forget me not, hysteria
My style around blunts, the Methical
The one and only piece original, phony
One love to my A.G.
A true 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 bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns,