Luyện nghe bài hát Graffiti

Go out into the and rap to these people

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

Noise, noise, noise,

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

We

Noise, noise, noise,

I got the buck wild that make you get hyper
I got the knowledge of god, sevens all in my
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 so you can't touch it
When i fools pray for peace
Beats all on my back just like that in brooklyn
So i and shake em off like fleas
Electromatic radiation, radio
Changing
Here in n.y.c we get
Raps and peas, street smarts, no degrees
Too many degrees the freeze not
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 power for twenty 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 feel the vibe, uh
The seven gets eleven when i'm filled with the
Now i'm flyin high through the seventh
As i uptown to get a piece of the action
Then i'm with the actual facts men
As we relax to a black ceaser and third vision
My movements is precision, mathematician
Indeed i'm true and livin i'm givin

Noise, noise, noise,

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

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

Noise, noise, noise,

It's

Noise, noise, noise,

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