Luyện nghe bài hát Head Rush (More Base)

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

Before the and the creeks, before you can stand
Before your hands and your feet, a band or a beat
We would on the street, with our hands on our heat
Twelve grams, twelve away, balled 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, the soul of The Whispers
On the block, we rock loud The Pistols
Up in the crib, my wiz drinkin' a Bristol
flavor, yours be artificial
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, hundred milli-on
It's not official until I the W, silly on
From the valleys of Ohio, to the of Cairo
hit, like the whirlwind kick of Ryu
Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, still puzzled like the
You renig', you get jinxed, pa, Pete exclusive..

We boat guard the road, trucks on the turnpike
Smoke by the load, just to see it burns like
Architectural design, rhyme
Official stripe, on a diagonal line
With trapped, scholars they want the books back
The piece, they turn us off, the moment look back
The castling position, made weak by a calm
Knights lose armor from the pressure, we on
And all these shots in the rhymes with mad flames
the cramp 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
Quick to through, an un-parallel opponent
I do it on the regular, at any moment
Check the venue, those to the saga continue
Before you check the credits, the is all in you
real... it's real... it's real... it's real...