Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em' Up

[Verse Grouch]
Street blocks to tree tops, sweet found
The diction to detox, Pac's now
He with, he talks like me, I'm sound
Conviction to beat knocks, my head to my cheap socks
Underneath Living Reebok's
I'm bound to free speech thoughts, seep around
Volcanic or crack, hard to hold
Go the flow, know what you know and show that
Too relevant, but I go back like on a hill, five on a dope sack
Smoke stack, Ac', shrink wrap
Rap a shrink before you and ink the tat
permanent, life learnin' it, pat
Never see the world turn into a track
I runnin' 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")
feelin' the styles

[Verse
Hey, I got this Blues train all through to my veins
Slave ships, Passage, crack cocaine
Ten in the 'Lac, corner boys ground packs
In the of the beast where the life go flat
But the music is the remedy, inhale my steadily
Perched on the curb, church converge
It's the meeting of the minds, at time, light
How we cultivated words they sacred herbs
Put it in pipe 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 same thang, utilize your brain
are mountains, countless bouncin'
A in viewed, clubs and houses
We rain like fountains to it clean
I'm in the back with my mug on mean, my 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")
feelin' the styles

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