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 reunion in a car on the long island
Expressway I heard it)
(rooselvelt projects)
(I was in...)
(I was outside of church when I was little and I was doing the
Wop this 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 party, this hype
when I heard
Krs' criminal minded. 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
Flip like as if I was the dalek
in cleansing like the it's of
Elephants, dove hits out the park, man
wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and
Major more soul james' "escapism"
De la soul is to stay like racism
Patrick know and 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 outta duck's survive links
And if one for pink slips, the slips are short
Dull-minded as sperm, to give out for the I report
I too fly for the forty-ounce drinker
I sport too fly for a thinker
A linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch
A talker of the berg without weed
So stick to you by natures and your kane
'cause graffiti that I upn the wax is insane

Grand groove, I I had the flavor bid
Give me six of beer, I take the seventh one free
I got the chandelier, kick, by my man
elf, big four gets the zootie for the self
Long living, what, twelve o'clock dawn
see me so I trip straight to your porches
Mr partymaker puts the boogers in your
Straw it and drink, what bees be's
I snort the crazy-crazies
Man, I kick the franken-style, dig the in my neck
Wreck, ship, boat,
Heavy metal grooves the infinite
Here I hips to the
I'm looking for the in the faces of a prince
That brother been down ever soaked cheese
And motor go
Hey, how ya
Now, meet in of big lou's fighting
Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, miles
Straight to my
(aaaah... aaaggh)
Six streets, went straight to my avenue
I'm for the bigger e, for the bitter oe, not me
Here's my malibu, child, my malibu
honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...