Luyện nghe bài hát Head Rush (More Base)

[Intro:
Yo... the Greeks and the creeks..
an old Pete Rock 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 on the street, with our hands on our heat
Twelve grams, twelve feet away, balled up in a
Of Reynold's wrap, one smack, your dentals back
voice get quiet like the voice in the instrumental track
Slick from the lip lisp, son, sip the
My voice unfolds, with the soul of The
On the block, we rock loud like The
Up in the crib, my wiz a Harvey's Bristol
flavor, yours be artificial
I blow holes in skin, like big through snotty tissue
go berserk, when the dollar dollar bill is on
The thrill is gone... to the silicone
That's birth of four billion, eight hundred
It's not official I smack the W, silly on
From the of Ohio, to the sounds of Cairo
Still hit, the whirlwind kick of Ryu
Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, still like the jigsaw
You renig', you get jinxed, pa, Pete exclusive..

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