Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em' Up

[Verse Grouch]
Street blocks to tree tops, sweet spots
The diction to detox, Pac's now
He with, he talks like me, I'm sound
Conviction to beat knocks, from my head to my socks
Underneath Legends Reebok's
I'm bound to free speech thoughts, around rocks
Volcanic or crack, hard to back
Go with the flow, know what you know and that
Too relevant, but I go back like keggers on a hill, on a dope sack
Smoke stack, think Ac', shrink
Rap with a shrink you and ink the tat
permanent, life learnin' it, pat
Never wanna see the world into a track
I ain't no game, small time, no names
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 train runnin' all to my veins
Slave ships, Middle Passage, cocaine
Ten slap in the 'Lac, corner boys ground
In the belly of the where the life go flat
But the is the remedy, inhale my rhythm steadily
on the curb, watch church converge
It's the of the minds, at time, light occurs
How we cultivated words like they sacred
Put it in your pipe and puff it, squares touch it
and rugged, how you love it, with no budget
Independent game, man, with my slang
You can do the thang, utilize your damn brain
Metaphors are mountains, bouncin'
A in viewed, clubs and houses
We like fountains to wash it clean
I'm in the with my mug on mean, my whole team

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

[Verse F.A.B.]
Let the beat give life to dead
The rhymes wienies to red bulls
The feelin' is a whole level
The drums, the bass, the snares and the
So let it go, me in, I'm on all corners
Winter, summer, spring, then I on ya
My mindstate define great, the rate
Got me irate, high stake, so why wait?
now, roll out
Hate it when Hip Hop's finest out
My gold out, but I'm my soul out
I never change, only my shows get out
So, what's the Don't be defiant
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")
{And Zion, Hit 'Em a "one, two"}
(Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four")
They the styles