Luyện nghe bài hát Got The Flava

Show & A.G. got the (the flavas)
Rollin with the dwellas and the (the neighbors)
Show & A.G. got the (the flavas)
with the dwellas 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 clapped son
I'm flippin one (don't be dumb)
You better run or end up like my victim
Shit that's I already been through
Scared from the threats I you (it's all in the mental)
niggas 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
straight up and down, crab MCs get crushed
I'll leave your style cramped, my can't be touched
So when you the bomb you know it's D. Flow son
No one can fuck around, yeah right (no one)

World]
Hey yo the honies on the cause I play ball good (it's all good)
I'm still the hood
Big to Uncle Pete, you're my number one neighbor
No doubt I'm puffin with my nigga Gary Aida
to Roc Raider and all the goodfellas
People jealous, well it's the brothers (the brothers)
On other shit can't forget Shabazz
not to mention that I'm gettin cash
Get with that or get with this because I'm this
With the styles I'm through niggas like Emmit Smith

Arty]
Touchdown, I buck down MCs 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 Boogie
Momma never told me there would be days this
That I'd be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my
On tour, roar with that hardcore
Niggas bluffs (I give em no chance) I make it more rough
(And even slow dance) on niggas faces, rugged, it
Them niggas got to it cause we made this
I'm gettin papers my peeps
As Party Arty Bacardi so MCs meet the shotty

[A.G.]
Check the method but don't the technique
Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets
(Hopin) That head meets 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 voodoo, my doll it's that cordless
All and that and then some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, I that's my income
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
Time to step off the set, jet like Puma

(2x)]

[Method
What the blood clot, son lick a shot, your love in the area
Forget me not, hysteria
My style revolves blunts, the Methical
The one and piece original, never phony
One love to my A.G.
A true giant in the industry, hold your 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 bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns,