Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em' Up

[Verse 1-The
Street to tree tops, sweet spots found
The diction to detox, three now
He with, he talks like me, I'm sound
Conviction to beat knocks, from my to my cheap socks
Underneath Living Legends
I'm bound to free speech thoughts, seep around
Volcanic or crack, hard to hold
Go with the flow, know what you know and that
Too relevant, but I go back keggers on a hill, five on a dope sack
Smoke stack, Ac', shrink wrap
Rap with a before you and ink the tat
That's permanent, learnin' it, pat
Never see the world turn into a track
I ain't runnin' no game, small time, no
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")
feelin' 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 ground packs
In the belly of the beast where the go flat
But the is the remedy, inhale my rhythm steadily
on the curb, watch church 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
game, man, with my slang tang
You can do the same thang, your damn brain
Metaphors are mountains, countless
A multitude in viewed, and houses
We rain like fountains to wash it
I'm in the with 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")
They the styles

[Verse F.A.B.]
Let the give life 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 define great, the crime
Got me irate, high stake, so why wait?
Move now, out
Hate it when Hip finest sold out
My gold out, but I'm pourin' my out
I never change, only my shows get out
So, what's the Don't be defiant
My music turn midgets to giants, 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")
Zion, Hit 'Em with a "one, two"}
(Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four")
They feelin' the