Luyện nghe bài hát Graffiti

Go out the field and rap to these people

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

Noise, noise, noise,

To summarize a at the man with the stick
Come strategy act like new york
Pieces can squeeze of the way
Why g sonnies dis it
We latitude sway we determine the
He swings the whole sphere in
Scare weak soul scream and a whisper
Blow the house right over black people

We

Noise, noise, noise,

I got the wild style that make you get hyper
I got the of god, sevens all in my cipher
I got the new hip hop so it goes on and on
my mind, pen and paper then the rhymes is not
Mind held down well so you touch it
When i fools pray for peace
Beats all on my it's just like that in brooklyn
So i and shake em off like fleas
radiation, radio waves
Changing
in n.y.c we get busy
Raps and peas, street smarts, no degrees
Too many degrees the not fakin
Fake are bacon, honeys hips are shakin
It no joke so get your boys

This i full rule we do

We

Noise, noise, noise,

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

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

Noise, noise, noise,

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

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

Noise, noise, noise,

just

Noise, noise, noise,

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