Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em' Up

[Verse 1-The
Street blocks to tree tops, sweet spots
The diction to detox, three now
He walks with, he like me, I'm sound
to beat knocks, from my head to my cheap socks
Underneath Living Reebok's
I'm bound to speech thoughts, seep around rocks
Volcanic or crack, hard to back
Go the flow, know what you know and show that
Too relevant, but I go back like keggers on a hill, on a dope sack
stack, think Ac', shrink wrap
Rap a shrink before you and ink the tat
That's permanent, life it, pat
Never wanna see the world turn a track
I runnin' 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
Slave ships, Middle Passage, crack
Ten slap in the 'Lac, corner ground packs
In the of the beast where the life go flat
But the music is the remedy, my rhythm steadily
on the curb, watch church converge
It's the meeting of the minds, at time, light
How we words like they sacred herbs
Put it in your and puff it, squares 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 your damn
Metaphors are mountains, 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 give life to dead
The rhymes wienies to red bulls
The feelin' is a whole level
The drums, the bass, the and the treble
So let it go, me in, I'm on all corners
Winter, summer, spring, then I on ya
My mindstate great, the crime rate
Got me irate, high stake, so why wait?
Move now, 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? 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