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 and the neighbors (the neighbors)

[D.
Hey yo no I'm the best in this rap business
No doubt I'm strapped, get or get clapped rediculous son
I'm flippin one (don't be dumb)
You better run or end up my last victim
Shit that's real I been through
Scared from the threats I you (it's all in the mental)
Jackin niggas I'm in the Central
Cuttin through that ass like a Ginsu as I to
Get big my nigs, A.G. & Showbiz
Now your was doin vital damage to your ribs
Word straight up and down, crab MCs get
leave your style 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)

World]
Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause I ball good (it's all good)
I'm still representin the
Big shouts to Uncle Pete, you're my number one
No doubt I'm puffin with my nigga Gary Aida
Peace to Roc and all the goodfellas
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 or get with this because I'm kickin this
With the styles I'm runnin through niggas Emmit Smith

[Party
Touchdown, I buck down MCs step up
10 G's if you MC wrecked up
The ghetto dwella's in hood, hoodie down
Stomps from the Bronx, the boogie man from the Boogie
never told me there would be days like this
That I'd be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my
On tour, roar with that stuff
call bluffs (I give em no chance) I make it more rough
(And slow 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 baddest dime bitches get weak when the speak
(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, Flow got that
Who do that voodoo, my doll it's that cordless
All this and that and some
Get to put raps on tracks, I guess that's my income
The beat chills so they be comin back for
(My man his street skills) From here to the Peekskills
Kill the rumors, MCs brain tumors
Time to step off the set, gotta jet like

(2x)]

[Method
What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show love in the area
me not, mass hysteria
My style revolves around blunts, the
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 bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns,