Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em' Up

[Verse Grouch]
Street blocks to tops, sweet spots found
The diction to detox, Pac's now
He walks with, he like me, I'm sound
Conviction to beat knocks, my head to my cheap socks
Underneath Living Legends
I'm bound to free speech thoughts, around rocks
or crack, hard to hold back
Go with the flow, what you know and show that
Too relevant, but I go back keggers on a hill, five on a dope sack
Smoke stack, think Ac', shrink
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

[Verse
Hey, I got Blues train runnin' all through to my veins
Slave ships, Middle Passage, cocaine
Ten slap in the 'Lac, boys ground packs
In the belly of the beast where the life go
But the is the remedy, inhale my rhythm steadily
Perched on the curb, watch church
It's the meeting of the minds, at time, occurs
How we words like they sacred herbs
Put it in your pipe and puff it, can't touch it
Rough and rugged, how you love it, with no
Independent game, man, with my slang
You can do the same thang, utilize damn brain
are mountains, countless bouncin'
A multitude in viewed, and houses
We rain like fountains to it clean
I'm in the back with my mug on mean, my whole

[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 life to dead
The turn wienies to red bulls
The feelin' is a whole level
The drums, the bass, the and the treble
So let it go, count me in, I'm on all
Winter, summer, spring, then I on ya
My mindstate define great, the rate
Got me irate, it's high stake, so why
Move now, out
Hate it when Hip Hop's finest out
My out, but I'm pourin' my soul out
I never change, only my get sold 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 (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")
{And Zion, Hit 'Em a "one, two"}
(Go on and me in, now "one, two, three, four")
They the styles