Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Finale

[Intro: Lil' talking]
"Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) been a long journey getting' to
motherfuckin' 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, givin' you gangsta shit!
IT'S THE GRAND FINALE!!!!!!"

1: Bun B]
We growin' in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay)
When in the bank shed, dry it 'til it harden
Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot
Drain and dry in the freezer, it's we got weight
I said hard work, soft work even with wet work
Built-in clientele so we ain't network (Let's go)
We always got work, so we ain't gotta get
And if you ain't gettin' your from us you bound to get jerked
We experts, we been whippin' the yola since the crackas decided to
take the coke from
Hold the rollers, the of the Trill
The underground as well, you can step in the ring you feel
just sound 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, soon as I the gloves
We gonna exposin' off like Farhrenheit 9/11

2: Jadakiss]
I'ma clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me
A nigga only fear's charged with conspiracy
get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya
Wear you want, bullets goin' right through ya
If you stressin' to get
My niggaz'll you back to the essence in a hurry
Sippin' Crunk Juice, Dutchies in the Chevy
Try to figure me out dawg, I'm but I'm heavy
Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the
And yeah, anybody'ca rock but D-Block rock (D-Block!)
FED's don't need no 'cause y'all all informants
So I get than New York insurance
Try to keep shit clean like
Moved on up on the East 'cause I never lost endurance
And it's all niggaz, if I ever get a license 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 with some 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 you do a show he got kinfolk there
Now you know I ain't no ?, I got ten folk
They ain't powerful as the one at the end of prayer
Got you runnin' for your life a minute to spare
Catch you dead to the granite, melt the in your hair
When I go, them is gonna be indecent affair
Guarantee you nah a real breathin' accounted
At funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there
Hollow, television reachin' for help
So I ain't gotta say a word, you beatin' ya'self
You gon' get what you for disrespectin' the game
Any nigga the nerve to say another man name
When that other man ain't even
And deny it somebody ask him about it
That a lame, you like to lie on the mic
Hide behind fame, I was a G I came
the way I remain

[Verse 4:
Who the Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniption
My persistent to bring foes misfortune
I dazzle 'em, like the alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany, minus the
From the tiniest sperm that the mightiest The can muster
Project prophet, chronic blockage Alzheimer's to youngsters
them is me, can't remembers my beefs
With who? For what? They me up, my boo laced me up
Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with in south of Kalan Gro in pimp mode
The inf' glow on his clothes and you know over
Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna 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 niggaz are losers, don't get comfortable nigga
Say hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash par, I'm the don
ever know so, here you go y'all can take these thoughts
Anyway I'm chargin' a late fee cost
So when y'all done with my style, break me off
But make Nas mad just in case cross
'Cause ah, lately y'all make me happy
To calm my nerve I the herb GNC don't carry

[Verse 5: Ice
Who the fuck is that? It's Ice motherfucka
He's a maniac, no I'ma motherfucka
Old motherfucka, blow through a motherfucka
you heard about a nigga so true motherfucka
See I'm ugly and prettay, I'm polished and
Shoot better than that nigga tried to kill 50
See, get shittay when I come to their cittay
I hit the spot that bitch they like -- she cummin' with me
Cause I got an ego big as TO, but I'm not an
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 that shit
Even if the DA is a shit
got movatos, don't eat that shit
Another bitch lyin' on thee Black dick
I keep it flippin' like flapjacks, like black 'Lacs
Give flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks
When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a
Niggaz get out and vanish like Treks
So incredible, I'm so fuckin' credible
No what happen, I'll never turn federal
And that's my report straight from Cali
Ice Cube is the shit on motherfuckin' Grand Finale