Luyện nghe bài hát Got The Flava

Show & A.G. got the (the flavas)
with the dwellas 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 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 been through
Scared the threats I sent you (it's all in the mental)
niggas like I'm in the Central
Cuttin that ass like a Ginsu as I commense to
Get big my nigs, A.G. & Showbiz
Now your idol was doin vital to your ribs
Word straight up and down, crab MCs get
I'll your style cramped, my crew can't be touched
So when you hear the bomb you know D. Flow son
No one can around, yeah that's right (no one)

World]
Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause I play ball (it's all good)
I'm still representin the
Big shouts to Uncle Pete, you're my one neighbor
No doubt I'm later with my nigga Gary Aida
to Roc Raider and all the goodfellas
People gettin jealous, it's the brothers (the brothers)
On some other shit can't forget
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

[Party
Touchdown, I buck MCs that step up
10 G's if you wanna MC up
The ghetto dwella's in hood, hoodie down
Stomps from the Bronx, the boogie man from the Down
Momma never told me would be days like this
That I'd be tracks, gettin paid with my nigs
On tour, roar with that hardcore
Niggas bluffs (I give em no chance) I make it more rough
(And even slow dance) on 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 method but sweat the technique
Even made the baddest dime get weak when the vets speak
(Hopin) your head meets my bed sheets
(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 that and some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, I guess that's my
The chills so they be comin back for refills
(My man shows his street skills) From here to the
Kill the rumors, MCs brain tumors
Time to step off the set, jet like Puma

(2x)]

[Method
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 only piece original, phony
One love to my A.G.
A true giant in the industry, 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