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 have no idea I was, it was so long ago)
(I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the 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 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 you to peep that out.
Yo, kid... I was at party, this hype
when I heard
Krs' minded. I'll call you back, peace.)

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

Channeling, in so my what brings that testament
To cover twelve inches of
Flip like as if I was the himself
Specialising in cleansing the it's of
Elephants, hits bibles out the park, man
Don't wven try to toss bleach, I'm too and
Major soul than james' "escapism"
De la soul is here to stay like
know and i'mma put the pillow off the bed
As I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your
Riff a pro, flex sue, running you the links
Scout weather, pouring rain duck's survive links
And if one for pink 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 so sniffer on the two-inch
A talker of the berg without influence
So stick to you by natures and your kane
'cause that I based upn the wax is insane

Grand groove, I wish I had the bid
Give me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one
I got the chandelier, kick, by my man
elf, big four gets the zootie for the self
Long island living, what, twelve o'clock
Jiggy-not see me so I straight to your porches
Mr partymaker puts the boogers in bottle
Straw it and drink, what gotta be's
'cause I snort the
Man, I the franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck
Wreck, ship, boat,
Heavy grooves ain't the infinite
Here I hips to the
I'm looking for the words in the faces of a
That brother been ever since soaked cheese
And go smiling
Hey, how ya
Now, meet in front of big fighting
Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little
Straight to my
(aaaah... aaaggh)
Six streets, went miles straight to my
I'm headed for the bigger e, for the oe, not me
Here's my malibu, child, my malibu
honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...