Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em' Up

[Verse 1-The
Street blocks to tree tops, sweet found
The to detox, three Pac's now
He walks with, he talks me, I'm sound
Conviction to beat knocks, from my head to my cheap
Underneath Living Legends
I'm bound to free speech thoughts, seep around
or crack, hard to hold back
Go with the flow, what you know and show that
Too relevant, but I go back like on a hill, five on a dope sack
Smoke stack, think Ac', wrap
Rap with a shrink you and ink the tat
That's permanent, learnin' it, pat
Never wanna see the world turn into a
I runnin' no game, small time, no names
If we one in the same, you for change

(The Grouch)]
Amp, Hit 'Em a "one"
(Zion, Hit 'Em a "one, two")
Go on and me in, now "one, two, three"
(Universal how we pen the styles)
(Amp, Hit 'Em a "one")
Grouch, Hit 'Em a "one, two"
(Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four")
They feelin' the

2-Zion]
Hey, I got this Blues train runnin' all through to my
Slave ships, Middle Passage, crack
Ten in the 'Lac, corner boys ground packs
In the belly of the beast where the go flat
But the music is the remedy, my rhythm steadily
Perched on the curb, watch converge
It's the meeting of the minds, at time, light
How we cultivated words like sacred herbs
Put it in your and puff it, squares can't touch it
Rough and rugged, how you love it, no budget
Independent game, man, my slang tang
You can do the thang, utilize your damn brain
are mountains, countless bouncin'
A multitude in viewed, and houses
We rain like fountains to wash it
I'm in the back my mug on mean, my whole team

[Hook-The Grouch (Zion) F.A.B.}]
{Amp, Hit 'Em a "one"}
(Grouch, Hit 'Em a "one, two")
Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four"
(Universal how we pen the styles)
(F.A.B., Hit 'Em a "one")
Zion, Hit 'Em with a "one, two"}
(Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four")
feelin' the styles

[Verse F.A.B.]
Let the beat give to dead souls
The rhymes wienies to red bulls
The feelin' is a nother level
The drums, the bass, the snares and the
So let it go, count me in, I'm on all
Winter, summer, spring, then I on ya
My define great, the crime rate
Got me irate, it's high stake, so why
now, roll out
Hate it when Hip Hop's finest out
My gold out, but I'm my soul out
I never change, my shows get sold out
So, what's the science? Don't be
My music turn midgets to giants, try it
Go crazy, riot, and Zion
F.A.B. is who I am

[Hook-The (Zion) {Mistah F.A.B.}]
Amp, Hit 'Em a "one"
(Grouch, Hit 'Em a "one, two")
Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four"
(Universal how we pen the styles)
(Amp, Hit 'Em a "one")
Zion, Hit 'Em with a "one, two"}
(Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four")
They feelin' the