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 blunt and drinkin' a 40 lower east side with my niggas)
(I no idea where I was, it was so long ago)
(I was on my way to a family in a car on the long island
Expressway when I it)
(rooselvelt projects)
(I was in...)
(I was of church when I was really little and I was doing the
Wop with girl)
(red played one of the songs on the radio)
(it was so ago)
(yo merce, up, this is hanson, man, I want you to peep that out.
Yo, kid... I was at this party, hype
when I heard
Krs' criminal minded. 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
like as if I was the dalek himself
Specialising in cleansing the it's of
Elephants, hits bibles out the park, man
wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and
Major more soul james' "escapism"
De la soul is here to stay like
Patrick and i'mma put the pillow off the bed
As I lurk up on your thoughts while on your head
Riff a tech pro, flex sue, running you the
Scout weather, pouring rain outta survive links
And if one for pink slips, the slips are short
as sperm, to give out for the souls I report
I too fly for the forty-ounce drinker
I too fly for a forty-ounce thinker
A linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch
A of the berg without weed influence
So stick to you by natures and your kane
'cause graffiti I based upn the wax is insane

Grand groove, I wish I had the bid
Give me six 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
Jiggy-not see me so I trip to your porches
Mr puts the boogers in your bottle
Straw it and drink, bees gotta be's
I snort the crazy-crazies
Man, I the franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck
Wreck, ship, boat,
Heavy metal ain't the infinite
Here I hips to the
I'm looking for the in the faces of a prince
That brother down ever since soaked cheese
And go smiling
Hey, how ya
Now, meet in front of big lou's
Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little
Straight to my
(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...