Luyện nghe bài hát Graffiti

Go out into the field and rap to people

I got the under my feet
I got shotty right to my body
I got the hood notes so street get 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
Come strategy act like new york
can squeeze deep of the way
Why g mayors dis it
We latitude sway we determine the
He swings the sphere in original
Scare steelo's weak soul scream and a
Blow the house right over people grow

We

Noise, noise, noise,

I got the buck wild style that make you get
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 then the rhymes is not
held down well so you can't touch it
When i fools pray for peace
Beats all on my back it's just that in brooklyn
So i and shake em off like 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 so get your boys

i full rule what we do

We

Noise, noise, noise,

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

I get sly when i the positive vibe, uh
The seven gets eleven i'm filled with the vibes
Now i'm flyin high through the dimension
As i travel uptown to get a piece of the
Then i'm maxin with the actual men
As we relax to a black flick and third vision
My movements is precision, mathematician
Indeed i'm and livin when i'm givin

Noise, noise, noise,

with the blowouts develop your envelopes
Stamp it, amp it, your razor blade
Found downtown in the land of
My pops say books, i say sneaks and name
say freeze boy, shit, i just chuckles
Fence
Walkin by them from my jip in the flatty
Everthing cherry george just stole a caddy
Who bust dex was the next
Dre

Then he his becks
he clipped his vex, display the context
Beep code, street clothes and all the nose
Hotter microphone, heater the chrome
My family one honey
Comrades, ghetto streets, gods than greeks
The seven twos eleven death toy
Now you understand i'm talking about
Now you what my walk is about
Now you understand what new is about
We

Noise, noise, noise,

just

Noise, noise, noise,

They keep lying together fingers on the can
No ever, never