Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em' Up

[Verse Grouch]
blocks to tree tops, sweet spots found
The diction to detox, three now
He with, he talks like me, I'm sound
Conviction to beat knocks, my head to my cheap socks
Living Legends Reebok's
I'm bound to free speech thoughts, 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 keggers on a hill, on a dope sack
Smoke stack, think Ac', wrap
Rap a shrink before you and ink the tat
That's permanent, learnin' it, pat
Never see the world turn into a track
I ain't 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

[Verse
Hey, I got this Blues train runnin' all to my veins
ships, Middle Passage, crack cocaine
Ten slap in the 'Lac, corner boys packs
In the belly of the beast where the go flat
But the music is the remedy, inhale my steadily
Perched on the curb, watch church
It's the meeting of the minds, at time, light
How we cultivated words like they sacred
Put it in your pipe and puff it, squares can't it
Rough and rugged, how you it, with no budget
game, man, with my slang tang
You can do the same thang, utilize damn brain
Metaphors are mountains, countless
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

Grouch (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 the styles

[Verse F.A.B.]
Let the beat give life to dead
The turn wienies to red bulls
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, it's 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 get sold out
So, what's the science? Don't be
My music turn to giants, just 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")
feelin' the styles