Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Stakes is High

(when I)
(first heard)
(criminal)
(minded)
(I was in...)
(damn, was i? )
(...seventh grade)
(battlin' this emcee)
(smokin' a and drinkin' a 40 down lower east side with my niggas)
(I have no where I was, it was so long ago)
(I was on my way to a reunion in a car on the long island
Expressway when I it)
(rooselvelt projects)
(I was in...)
(I was outside of church when I was little and I was doing the
Wop this girl)
(red played one of the songs on the radio)
(it was so ago)
(yo merce, what's up, this is hanson, man, I want you to peep out.
Yo, kid... I was at party, this hype
Party when I
criminal minded. I'll call you back, peace.)

(all right!)
(all right!)
(all right!)
(all right!)

Channeling, in so my what brings that testament
To twelve inches of funk
Flip like as if I was the himself
Specialising in cleansing like the of
Elephants, dove bibles out the park, man
Don't wven try to bleach, I'm too dark and
Major more soul james' "escapism"
De la soul is here to like racism
Patrick and i'mma put the pillow off the bed
As I up on your thoughts while phones on your head
Riff a tech pro, flex sue, running you the
Scout weather, pouring outta duck's survive links
And if one winks for pink slips, the slips are
Dull-minded as sperm, to out for the souls I report
I too fly for the forty-ounce drinker
I too fly for a forty-ounce thinker
A fresh scent so sniffer on the two-inch
A talker of the without weed influence
So to you naughty by natures and your kane
graffiti that I based upn the wax is insane

Grand groove, I I had the flavor bid
me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free
I got the chandelier, kick, by my man
Little elf, big four gets the for the self
Long island living, what, o'clock dawn
see me so I trip straight to your porches
Mr partymaker puts the boogers in your
Straw it and drink, what gotta be's
'cause I the crazy-crazies
Man, I kick the franken-style, dig the bolts in my
Wreck, ship, boat,
Heavy metal grooves ain't the
Here I to the hops
I'm for the words in the faces of a prince
That brother down ever since soaked cheese
And go smiling
Hey, how ya
Now, in front of big lou's fighting
Hey, reminisce, six streets, little miles
to my avenue
(aaaah... aaaggh)
Six streets, went miles straight to my
I'm headed for the e, for the bitter oe, not me
my malibu, child, here's my malibu
honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...