Luyện nghe bài hát Graffiti

Go out into the and rap to these people

I got the concrete my feet
I got shotty right next to my
I got the hood notes so street get your on
I got the back style, watch out what i'm typin

Noise, noise, noise,

To summarize a at the man with the stick
Come strategy fight act like new
Pieces can deep of the way
Why g sonnies dis it
We latitude sway we determine the
He swings the sphere in original
Scare steelo's weak soul and a whisper
the house right over black people grow

We

Noise, noise, noise,

I got the buck wild style make you get hyper
I got the knowledge of god, all in my cipher
I got the new york hip hop so it on and on
Lose my mind, pen and then the rhymes is not
held down well so you can't touch it
When i discharge pray for peace
all on my back it's just like that in brooklyn
So i vibrate and shake em off fleas
Electromatic radiation, waves
frequency
Here in n.y.c we get
Raps and peas, street smarts, no degrees
Too many the freeze not fakin
Fake are bacon, honeys hips are shakin
It ain't no joke so get your

This i rule what we do

We

Noise, noise, noise,

I got the for twenty four hours
I got the love pump, don't front
I got the fly pat, like that, like that
I got the slow got my float, got my clique

I get sly i feel the positive vibe, uh
The seven gets eleven when i'm filled with the
Now i'm flyin high through the seventh
As i travel to get a piece of the action
Then i'm maxin with the facts men
As we relax to a ceaser flick and third vision
My is precision, supreme mathematician
Indeed i'm and livin when i'm givin

Noise, noise, noise,

Brothers the blowouts develop your envelopes
Stamp it, amp it, raise your blade
Found downtown in the land of
My pops say books, i say and name buckles
Pigs say boy, shit, i just chuckles
alley
Walkin by them fronts from my jip in the
Everthing cherry cause george stole a caddy
Who bust dex was the next
Dre

Then he sipped his
Then he clipped his vex, display the
Beep code, clothes and all the nose candy
Hotter microphone, heater the chrome
My family consists one
Comrades, ghetto streets, more than greeks
The seven twos till death toy
Now you what i'm talking about
Now you understand what my is about
Now you what new york is about
We

Noise, noise, noise,

just

Noise, noise, noise,

They keep lying together fingers on the can
No outsiders ever,