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 idea where I was, it was so ago)
(I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the island
Expressway I heard it)
(rooselvelt projects)
(I was in...)
(I was outside of church I was really little and I was doing the
Wop with girl)
(red alert played one of the 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
Party when I
criminal minded. I'll call you back, peace.)

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

Channeling, in sync so my what brings testament
To twelve inches of funk
Flip like as if I was the dalek
Specialising in cleansing like the of
Elephants, hits bibles out the park, man
wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and
Major soul than james' "escapism"
De la soul is here to like racism
know and i'mma put the pillow off the bed
As I up on your thoughts while phones on your head
Riff a tech pro, sue, running you the links
Scout weather, pouring rain outta survive links
And if one winks for slips, the slips are short
Dull-minded as sperm, to out for the souls I report
I sport too fly for the drinker
I sport too fly for a thinker
A fresh linen scent so on the two-inch
A talker of the berg without weed
So stick to you naughty by natures and your
'cause graffiti that I upn the wax is insane

Grand groove, I wish I had the bid
Give me six bottles of beer, I the seventh one free
I got the chandelier, kick, by my man
Little elf, big four the zootie for the self
Long island living, what, twelve o'clock
Jiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your
Mr partymaker the boogers in your bottle
Straw it and drink, bees gotta be's
'cause I snort the
Man, I kick the franken-style, dig the bolts in my
Wreck, ship, boat,
Heavy metal grooves the infinite
Here I to the hops
I'm looking for the words in the faces of a
That brother down ever since soaked cheese
And motor go
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 straight to my avenue
I'm headed for the bigger e, for the oe, not me
Here's my malibu, child, here's my
honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...