Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em' Up

[Verse 1-The
Street blocks to tree tops, sweet found
The diction to detox, three now
He walks with, he talks like me, I'm
Conviction to beat knocks, from my head to my socks
Living Legends Reebok's
I'm bound to free thoughts, seep around rocks
or crack, hard to hold back
Go with the flow, know what you know and that
Too relevant, but I go back like keggers on a hill, five on a sack
stack, think Ac', shrink wrap
Rap with a before you and ink the tat
That's permanent, life it, pat
Never see the world turn into a track
I ain't 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

[Verse
Hey, I got this train runnin' all through to my veins
Slave ships, Middle Passage, cocaine
Ten slap in the 'Lac, corner boys ground
In the belly of the beast where the go flat
But the music is the remedy, inhale my steadily
Perched on the curb, watch converge
the meeting of the minds, at time, light occurs
How we cultivated words like sacred herbs
Put it in your pipe and puff it, squares touch it
Rough and rugged, how you love it, no budget
Independent game, man, my slang tang
You can do the thang, utilize your damn brain
Metaphors are mountains, bouncin'
A in viewed, clubs and houses
We like fountains to wash it clean
I'm in the back my mug on mean, my whole team

Grouch (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")
They feelin' the

3-Mistah F.A.B.]
Let the beat give life to dead
The turn wienies to red bulls
The feelin' is a whole nother
The drums, the bass, the snares and the
So let it go, me in, I'm on all corners
Winter, summer, spring, then I on ya
My mindstate define great, the crime
Got me irate, high stake, so why wait?
now, roll out
Hate it when Hip Hop's finest out
My out, but I'm pourin' my soul out
I never change, only my shows get out
So, what's the science? Don't be
My music turn 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")
Zion, Hit 'Em with a "one, two"}
(Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four")
feelin' the styles