Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em' Up

[Verse 1-The
Street blocks to tree tops, spots found
The diction to detox, three now
He with, he talks like me, I'm sound
to beat knocks, from my head to my cheap socks
Underneath Living Reebok's
I'm bound to free speech thoughts, seep rocks
Volcanic or crack, to hold back
Go with the flow, what you know and show that
Too relevant, but I go like keggers on a hill, five on a dope sack
stack, think Ac', shrink wrap
Rap with a shrink 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 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 through to my
ships, Middle Passage, crack cocaine
Ten slap in the 'Lac, corner boys packs
In the belly of the where the life go flat
But the music is the remedy, my rhythm steadily
Perched on the curb, watch converge
It's the meeting of the minds, at time, occurs
How we cultivated words like sacred herbs
Put it in pipe and puff it, squares can't touch it
Rough and rugged, how you it, with no budget
Independent game, man, with my slang
You can do the same thang, utilize your damn
Metaphors are mountains, countless
A in viewed, clubs and houses
We rain like to wash it clean
I'm in the back my mug on mean, my whole team

[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)
(F.A.B., Hit 'Em a "one")
Zion, Hit 'Em with 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 turn wienies to red bulls
The feelin' is a whole nother
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 mindstate great, the crime rate
Got me irate, it's high stake, so why
Move now, out
Hate it Hip Hop's finest sold out
My out, but I'm pourin' my soul out
I never change, my shows get sold out
So, what's the Don't be defiant
My music turn to giants, just try it
Go crazy, riot, Grouch and
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