Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Finale

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

1: Bun B]
We growin' in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay)
When hereon in the bank shed, dry it 'til it
Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot
and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight
I hard work, that's soft work even with wet work
Built-in so we ain't gotta network (Let's go)
We always got work, so we gotta get work
And if you ain't gettin' your work us you bound to get jerked
We yayo experts, we been the yola since the crackas decided to
take the coke Coca-Cola
the rollers, the king of the Trill
The underground as well, you can in the ring when you feel
just sound the bell
Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind I'm
Nigga we passed all pushin', man it's time for shovin'
I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the
We gonna start exposin' off Farhrenheit 9/11

[Verse 2:
I'ma clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me
A nigga only gettin' charged with conspiracy
I'ca get it right to ya, sticky white to ya
whatever you want, bullets goin' right through ya
If you to get buried
My niggaz'll you back to the essence in a hurry
Crunk Juice, blowin' Dutchies in the Chevy
Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm
Yellow lemonheads in the of the presi'
And yeah, anybody'ca but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!)
FED's don't no warrants 'cause y'all all informants
So I get higher than New insurance
Try to keep shit clean like
Moved on up on the East side 'cause I lost endurance
And it's all real niggaz, if I ever get a to carry
Shit, a license to kill niggaz

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

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

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