Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em' Up

[Verse 1-The
Street blocks to tops, sweet spots found
The diction to detox, three now
He walks with, he talks me, I'm sound
Conviction to beat knocks, my head to my cheap socks
Living Legends Reebok's
I'm to free speech thoughts, seep around rocks
Volcanic or crack, to hold back
Go the flow, know what you know and show that
Too relevant, but I go back keggers on a hill, five on a dope sack
stack, think Ac', shrink wrap
Rap with a shrink you and ink the tat
permanent, life learnin' it, pat
Never wanna see the world turn into a
I ain't runnin' no game, 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

[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 belly of the beast the life go flat
But the music is the remedy, my rhythm steadily
Perched on the curb, church converge
It's the meeting of the minds, at time, light
How we cultivated like they sacred herbs
Put it in pipe and puff it, squares can't touch it
Rough and rugged, how you love it, with no
Independent game, man, with my tang
You can do the same thang, utilize your damn
Metaphors are mountains, bouncin'
A multitude in viewed, and houses
We rain fountains to wash it clean
I'm in the with 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")
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 life to dead souls
The rhymes wienies to red bulls
The feelin' is a nother level
The drums, the bass, the snares and the
So let it go, count me in, I'm on all
Winter, summer, spring, then I on ya
My mindstate great, the crime rate
Got me irate, high stake, so why wait?
now, roll out
Hate it when Hip finest sold out
My gold out, but I'm my soul out
I never change, only my shows get out
So, the science? Don't be defiant
My turn midgets 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