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, twelve feet away, up in a sheet
Of wrap, one smack, leave's your dentals back
Your voice get quiet like the voice in the instrumental
Slick from the lip lisp, son, sip the
My voice unfolds, with the of The Whispers
On the block, we loud like The Pistols
Up in the crib, my wiz a Harvey's 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... to the silicone
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 of Cairo
Still hit, like the whirlwind of Ryu
Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, still puzzled the jigsaw
You renig', you get jinxed, pa, Pete exclusive..

We guard the road, like trucks on the turnpike
Smoke by the load, just to see it burns like
Architectural design, rhyme
Official stripe, movin' on a line
With thugs trapped, scholars they want the books
The piece, turn us off, the moment they look back
The castling position, made weak by a calm
Knights lose armor the pressure, we bring on
And all these shots in the rhymes with mad flames
Kept the game, and he posted on bad squares
The king's the kick, the the snare
The bass are minor that move in a pair
Quick to break through, an opponent
I do it on the regular, at any moment
Check the venue, 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...