Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em' Up

[Verse Grouch]
Street blocks to tree tops, sweet found
The diction to detox, three now
He walks with, he talks like me, I'm
to beat knocks, from my head to my cheap socks
Underneath Living Reebok's
I'm bound to speech thoughts, seep around rocks
or crack, hard to hold back
Go with the flow, know what you and show that
Too relevant, but I go back like on a hill, five on a dope sack
Smoke stack, think Ac', shrink
Rap with a before you and ink the tat
permanent, life learnin' it, pat
Never wanna see the world turn a track
I ain't runnin' no game, 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 the styles

[Verse
Hey, I got this Blues train runnin' all to my veins
ships, Middle Passage, crack cocaine
Ten slap in the 'Lac, corner ground packs
In the belly of the where the life go flat
But the is the remedy, inhale my rhythm steadily
Perched on the curb, watch church
It's the meeting of the minds, at time, light
How we cultivated like they sacred herbs
Put it in your pipe and 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, your damn brain
are mountains, countless bouncin'
A multitude in viewed, and houses
We rain like fountains to it clean
I'm in the back 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")
feelin' the styles

[Verse F.A.B.]
Let the beat give to dead souls
The rhymes wienies to red bulls
The is a whole nother level
The drums, the bass, the and the treble
So let it go, me in, I'm on all corners
Winter, summer, spring, I fall 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 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 midgets to giants, just try it
Go crazy, riot, and Zion
F.A.B. is who I am

[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)
(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