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 and the creeks, before you can stand
Before your hands and feet, from a band or a beat
We would stand on the street, with our on our heat
grams, twelve 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 track
from the lip lisp, son, sip the citrus
My voice unfolds, with the soul of The
On the block, we rock like The Pistols
Up in the crib, my wiz drinkin' a Bristol
flavor, yours be artificial
I blow holes in skin, like big nose through tissue
go berserk, when the dollar dollar bill is on
The thrill is gone... upgrade to the
birth of four billion, eight hundred milli-on
It's not until I smack the W, silly on
From the valleys of Ohio, to the sounds of
Still hit, like the whirlwind of Ryu
Allah, still puzzled like the jigsaw
You renig', you get jinxed, pa, Rock exclusive..

We boat guard the road, trucks on the turnpike
by the load, just to see what it burns like
Architectural design, intellectual
Official stripe, movin' on a line
thugs trapped, scholars they want the books back
The piece, they us off, the moment they look back
The castling position, made by a wind calm
Knights lose armor the pressure, we bring 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 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... it's real... real...