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 down lower 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 long
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, is hanson, man, I want you to peep that out.
Yo, kid... I was at party, this hype
Party when I
Krs' minded. I'll call you back, peace.)

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

Channeling, in sync so my what that testament
To twelve inches of funk
like as if I was the dalek himself
Specialising in like the it's of
Elephants, hits bibles out the park, man
Don't wven try to bleach, I'm too dark and
Major more soul than "escapism"
De la soul is here to like racism
Patrick know and put the pillow off the bed
As I lurk up on thoughts while phones on your head
Riff a tech pro, flex sue, you the links
weather, pouring rain 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 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 influence
So stick to you naughty by natures and your
'cause that I based upn the wax is insane

Grand groove, I wish I had the 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 zootie for the
island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn
Jiggy-not see me so I straight to your porches
Mr partymaker puts the boogers in your
Straw it and drink, what bees be's
'cause I snort the
Man, I kick the franken-style, dig the bolts in my
Wreck, ship, boat,
Heavy metal ain't the infinite
Here I to the hops
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 of big lou's fighting
Hey, reminisce, six streets, little miles
to my avenue
(aaaah... aaaggh)
Six streets, miles straight to my avenue
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...