Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em' Up

[Verse 1-The
Street blocks to tree tops, sweet found
The diction to detox, Pac's now
He walks with, he like me, I'm sound
Conviction to knocks, from my head to my cheap socks
Underneath Legends Reebok's
I'm bound to speech thoughts, seep around rocks
Volcanic or crack, to hold back
Go with the flow, know what you know and show
Too relevant, but I go back like on a hill, five on a dope sack
stack, think Ac', shrink wrap
Rap with a shrink you and ink the tat
That's permanent, life it, pat
Never wanna see the turn into a track
I ain't runnin' no game, small time, no
If we one in the same, you gunnin' for

(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 the styles

2-Zion]
Hey, I got this Blues runnin' all through to my veins
Slave ships, Middle Passage, crack
Ten slap in the 'Lac, boys ground packs
In the belly of the where the life 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, occurs
How we cultivated words like they sacred
Put it in your pipe and puff it, can't touch it
and rugged, how you love it, with no budget
Independent game, man, my slang tang
You can do the same thang, utilize damn brain
are mountains, countless bouncin'
A in viewed, clubs and houses
We rain fountains to wash it clean
I'm in the back with my mug on mean, my whole

[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")
{And Zion, Hit 'Em a "one, two"}
(Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four")
feelin' the styles

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