Luyện nghe bài hát Graffiti

Go out the field and rap to these people

I got the under my feet
I got right next to my body
I got the hood so street get your float on
I got the ease back style, watch out what i'm

Noise, noise, noise,

To a lick at the man with the stick
strategy fight act like new york
Pieces can deep of the way
Why g mayors dis it
We sway we determine the prey
He the whole sphere in original
Scare steelo's weak soul and a whisper
Blow the house right black people grow

We

Noise, noise, noise,

I got the buck style that make you get hyper
I got the knowledge of god, all in my cipher
I got the new hip hop so it goes on and on
Lose my mind, pen and paper then the is not
Mind held well so you can't touch it
When i discharge fools for peace
Beats all on my back it's just like that in
So i vibrate and em off like fleas
Electromatic radiation, waves
Changing
in n.y.c we get busy
Raps and peas, street smarts, no college
Too many the freeze not fakin
Fake snakes are bacon, honeys hips are
It no joke so get your boys

i full rule what we do

We

Noise, noise, noise,

I got the power for twenty four
I got the love pump, brooklyn front
I got the fly pat, like that, like that
I got the slow got my float, got my clique

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

Noise, noise, noise,

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

Then he sipped his
Then he his vex, display the context
Beep code, street clothes and all the nose
Hotter microphone, the chrome jammy
My consists one honey
Comrades, ghetto streets, more gods than
The twos eleven till death toy
Now you understand what i'm about
Now you what my walk is about
Now you understand what new york is
We

Noise, noise, noise,

It's

Noise, noise, noise,

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