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 a 40 down 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 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 with girl)
(red played one of the songs on the radio)
(it was so ago)
(yo merce, what's up, this is hanson, man, I want you to peep out.
Yo, kid... I was at this party, hype
Party when I
Krs' criminal minded. I'll you back, peace.)

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

Channeling, in sync so my what brings testament
To cover twelve of funk
Flip like as if I was the dalek
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
more soul than james' "escapism"
De la soul is here to like racism
Patrick know and i'mma put the off the bed
As I lurk up on your while phones on your head
Riff a tech pro, flex sue, running you the
Scout weather, rain outta duck's survive links
And if one winks for slips, the slips are short
as sperm, to give out for the souls I report
I sport too fly for the 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 to you naughty 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 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 trip to your porches
Mr partymaker puts the boogers in your
it and drink, what bees gotta be's
'cause I snort the
Man, I the franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck
Wreck, ship, boat,
metal grooves ain't the infinite
Here I to the hops
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, 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
my malibu, child, here's my malibu
honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...