Luyện nghe bài hát Head Rush (More Base)

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

Before the Greeks and the creeks, before you can
Before your hands and feet, from a band or a beat
We stand on the street, with our hands on our heat
Twelve grams, feet away, balled up in a sheet
Of wrap, one smack, leave's your dentals back
Your voice get quiet like the voice in the instrumental
Slick the lip lisp, son, sip the citrus
My voice unfolds, the soul of The Whispers
On the block, we rock loud 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 thrill is gone... to the silicone
birth of four billion, eight hundred milli-on
It's not official until I the W, silly on
From the of Ohio, to the sounds of Cairo
Still hit, like the kick of Ryu
Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzled like 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 what it like
Architectural design, intellectual
Official stripe, movin' on a diagonal
With thugs trapped, scholars want the books back
The piece, turn us off, the moment they look back
The castling position, made weak by a wind
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 the kick, the queen's the snare
The bass are minor pieces that in a pair
Quick to break through, an un-parallel
I do it on the regular, at any moment
the venue, those to make the saga continue
Before you check the credits, the is all in you
It's real... it's real... it's real... real...