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

We boat guard the road, like on the turnpike
Smoke by the load, just to see what it like
Architectural design, intellectual
Official stripe, movin' on a diagonal
With thugs trapped, they want the books back
The piece, they turn us off, the moment look back
The position, made weak by a wind calm
Knights lose armor the pressure, we bring on
And fire all these in the rhymes with mad flames
Kept the game, and he posted on bad squares
The king's the kick, the queen's the
The bass are minor pieces move in a pair
to break through, an un-parallel opponent
I do it on the regular, at any moment
the venue, those to make the saga continue
Before you the credits, the swords is all in you
It's real... it's real... real... it's real...