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
your hands and your 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 Reynold's wrap, one smack, leave's your dentals
Your voice get quiet the voice in the instrumental track
from the lip lisp, son, sip the citrus
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
Natural flavor, be artificial
I blow holes in skin, like big nose through tissue
They go berserk, the dollar dollar bill is on
The thrill is gone... upgrade to the
That's of four billion, eight hundred milli-on
It's not official 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 like the jigsaw
You renig', you get jinxed, pa, Rock exclusive..

We boat guard the road, trucks on the turnpike
Smoke by the load, just to see what it burns
design, intellectual rhyme
Official stripe, on a diagonal line
With thugs trapped, they want the books back
The piece, they 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 shots in the rhymes with mad flames
Kept the cramp game, and he on bad squares
The the kick, the queen's the snare
The bass are minor that move in a pair
to break through, an un-parallel opponent
I do it on the regular, at any moment
Check the venue, those to make the continue
Before you the credits, the swords is all in you
It's real... real... it's real... it's real...