Luyện nghe bài hát H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

That's right ugh, it out
in the days where the people were fresh
It was one MC who had to the test
He was down by law and ready to play
right yawl, it's hostyle today

Yo yo, yo
Woke up in the and my eggs was part
Turned on the boob toob saw the man march
Tha in DC had to play scared
Gotta a, warn in looking at the quarters of France

Ants in my pants so I in the door
Picked up the keys, caught a telephone
She bones in my sounds swell
I'm why can't a brother can't rise up
All I'm is clobbers, hung up

some butter, wu tighten my gutter
Shouted to those hungry
Put in they clothes
Bitch niggas throwing weak in the game
On the streets,smoking dough and leak on the

(The pushers and face musher's)
them types that fuck with me
(Throw ya in the sky)

(The bread winners, the getters)
Those them types that fuck me
(Let's get m-o-n-e-y)

(The Henny and the Henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck me
(This is b-i)

(The thug chicks who it)
Those them types fuck with me
(Let's get this till we die)

Climax a like the local weed spot
I go through, I'm at the penical of smoke signals
Tree's in a tight squeeze, breeze
For I blow hair freeze, somebody give me a light please

Matter fact I got I strike these don
Son where you coming from Vernon one
Here ya shorty come, she calling me for what
She ignoring me unless she and I got some Trojans on me

I just stop start smiling, hands on her hips for me
I limped with laughter
Told me to meet me a quarter three
And her on the ass cheek
thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me

(The drug and face musher's)
Those them types that with me
(Throw ya in the sky)

(The winners, the money getters)
Those them that fuck with me
(Let's get m-o-n-e-y)

(The guzzlers and the Henny huzzelers)
them types that fuck with me
(This is b-i)

(The thug who loved it)
Those them types fuck with me
(Let's get this till we die)

To all dem types that fuck me
For qb and so on, the crew
Mike Heron, Jerry
And my enginer, Max
(Zzzzz zzzzz)

Mo baby
To my man violence, what up
This our dudes, prince from pa
to the Mobb Deep and to the infamous Mobb
That's right, girl J Brown

To my kids, get down baby
Yeah, it's on, and my man Calito
to all my people, ugh
The who hand clique, terrific mud

(The drug and face musher's)
Those them types that with me
(Throw ya in the sky)

(The bread winners, the getters)
Those them that fuck with me
(Let's get m-o-n-e-y)

(The guzzlers and the Henny huzzelers)
Those them types fuck with me
(This is b-i)

(The thug who loved it)
Those types that fuck with me
(Let's get this money we die)