Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Finale

[Intro: John talking]
"Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It's been a long getting' to
this motherfuckin' point of Crunk Juice shit. (What?!)
But we done got to the motherfuckin' song niggaz
(Last niggaz!) And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin'
in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit!
IT'S THE GRAND FINALE!!!!!!"

1: Bun B]
We growin' doja in the in that underwater garden (Okay)
When hereon in the bank shed, dry it 'til it
Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put in the hot plate
Drain and dry in the freezer, obvious we got weight
I said hard work, that's work even with wet work
Built-in clientele so we gotta network (Let's go)
We got work, so we ain't gotta get work
And if you gettin' your work from us you bound to get jerked
We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola the crackas decided to
take the from Coca-Cola
the rollers, the king of the Trill
The underground as well, you can in the ring when you feel
Nigga just the bell
Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the I'm lovin'
Nigga we passed all that pushin', man time for shovin'
I got the mask, I got the strap, as I find the gloves
We gonna start exposin' off like Farhrenheit

2: Jadakiss]
I'ma speak clearly 'cause I don't think they me
A nigga only gettin' charged with conspiracy
get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya
Wear whatever you want, bullets right through ya
If you stressin' to get
My niggaz'll send you back to the in a hurry
Sippin' Juice, blowin' Dutchies in the Chevy
Try to me out dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy
lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi'
And yeah, anybody'ca rock but D-Block rock (D-Block!)
FED's need no warrants 'cause y'all all informants
So I get than New York insurance
Try to keep clean like Florence
Moved on up on the East side 'cause I lost endurance
And it's all real niggaz, if I get a license to carry
Shit, a license to kill niggaz

3: T.I.]
I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak the blues
And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em and do's
I raise tools, crews make decisions confused
All spectators can say is, "This nigga's a fool"
A short with some loose screws, some unscrewed
Better prove, you pussy as the Moulan Rouge
So who guardin' who, you know who to you know
To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too
'Cause everywhere you do a he got kinfolk there
Now you I ain't no ?, I got ten folk there
ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer
Got you runnin' for your life without a to spare
Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your
When I go, them is gonna be indecent affair
Guarantee you nah a real nigga accounted
At your funeral, just parents and the preacher was there
Hollow, television reachin' for help
So I gotta say a word, pimp you beatin' ya'self
You gon' get you deserve for disrespectin' the game
Any nigga with the nerve to say man name
When other man ain't even present
And deny it when ask him about it
That a lame, you like to lie on the mic
behind fame, I was a G when I came
That's the way I

[Verse 4:
Who the Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniption
My existence persistent to bring foes
I dazzle 'em, the alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany, minus the perm
From the tiniest sperm that the The Almighty can muster
Project prophet, blockage gives Alzheimer's to youngsters
them is me, can't remembers my beefs
With who? For what? screw-face me up, my boo laced me up
Bolinsiaga, condo with bimbos in south of Kalan Gro in pimp mode
The inf' glow on his and you know it's over
Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the gonna chew ya
Try not to me, I try not to lose'ya
Mamma say sa mu makasa, fly to Cuba
To chill with some politi-kill who ill
'Cause y'all niggaz are losers, get comfortable nigga
Say hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash par, I'm the don
You'll ever know so, here you go can take these thoughts
Anyway I'm emcees a late fee cost
So when y'all done with my style, please me off
But never make Nas mad just in cross
'Cause ah, lately y'all don't make me
To calm my nerve I need the herb GNC carry

5: Ice Cube]
Who the fuck is It's Ice Cube motherfucka
He's a maniac, no I'ma motherfucka
Old motherfucka, blow through a motherfucka
What you heard a nigga so true motherfucka
See I'm ugly and prettay, I'm and grittay
Shoot better than that nigga that tried to 50
See, niggaz get shittay when I to their cittay
When I hit the spot that bitch they like -- she cummin' me
Cause I got an ego big as TO, but I'm not an
Bitch, I roll with Rigo 'cause gangstas dance we boogie
I told you motherfuckas Kobe didn't that pussy
Get money, get paid, you can beat that
Even if the DA is a shit
Colorado got movatos, eat that shit
White bitch lyin' on thee Black dick
I keep it flippin' like flapjacks, like black 'Lacs
Give niggaz flashbacks, sweaty as ass cracks
I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack
Niggaz get out and vanish Star Treks
So fuckin incredible, I'm so credible
No matter what happen, never turn federal
And that's my report comin' straight Cali
Ice Cube is the shit on motherfuckin' Grand Finale