Luyện nghe bài hát Head Rush (More Base)

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

Before the Greeks and the creeks, before you can
Before hands and your feet, from a band or a beat
We would on the street, with our hands on our heat
Twelve grams, twelve feet away, up in a sheet
Of wrap, one smack, leave's your dentals back
voice get quiet like the voice in the instrumental track
Slick the lip lisp, son, sip the citrus
My voice unfolds, with the soul of The
On the block, we loud like The Pistols
Up in the crib, my wiz drinkin' a Harvey's
Natural flavor, be artificial
I blow in skin, like big nose through snotty tissue
They go berserk, when the dollar bill is on
The thrill is gone... to the silicone
That's birth of four billion, hundred milli-on
It's not until I smack the W, silly on
the valleys of Ohio, to the sounds of Cairo
Still hit, like the whirlwind of Ryu
Allah, still puzzled like the jigsaw
You renig', you get jinxed, pa, Pete exclusive..

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