Luyện nghe bài hát Head Rush (More Base)

[Intro:
Yo... the Greeks and the creeks..
It's an old Pete classic, nigga, yo

Before the Greeks and the creeks, before you can
Before your and your feet, from a band or a beat
We would stand on the street, with our hands on our
grams, twelve feet away, balled up in a sheet
Of Reynold's wrap, one smack, leave's dentals back
Your voice get quiet like the voice in the instrumental
Slick the lip lisp, son, sip the citrus
My unfolds, with the soul of The Whispers
On the block, we loud like The Pistols
Up in the crib, my wiz a Harvey's Bristol
Natural flavor, yours be
I blow holes in skin, like big nose through snotty
go berserk, when the dollar dollar bill is on
The is gone... upgrade to the silicone
That's birth of four billion, eight milli-on
not official until I smack the W, silly on
From the valleys of Ohio, to the of Cairo
Still hit, the whirlwind kick of Ryu
Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, still puzzled the jigsaw
You renig', you get jinxed, pa, Rock exclusive..

We boat guard the road, like trucks on the
Smoke by the load, just to see it burns like
Architectural design, intellectual
Official stripe, on a diagonal line
With thugs trapped, scholars they want the back
The piece, they us off, the moment they look back
The position, made weak by a wind calm
Knights lose armor from the pressure, we on
And fire all these shots in the with mad flames
the cramp game, and he posted on bad squares
The king's the kick, the queen's the
The bass are minor pieces that move in a
Quick to break through, an un-parallel
I do it on the regular, at any given
Check the venue, to make the saga continue
you check the credits, the swords is all in you
It's real... it's real... it's real... real...