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 east side 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 when I was really little and I was 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 want you to that out.
Yo, kid... I was at this party, this
Party I heard
Krs' criminal minded. 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 as if I was the dalek himself
Specialising in cleansing the it's of
Elephants, dove 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 up on your thoughts while phones on your head
Riff a tech pro, flex sue, running you the
Scout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive
And if one winks for pink slips, the are short
Dull-minded as sperm, to out for the souls I report
I too fly for the forty-ounce drinker
I sport too fly for a forty-ounce
A fresh linen scent so sniffer on the
A of the berg without weed influence
So to you naughty by natures and your kane
graffiti 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
Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the
Long island living, what, twelve o'clock
Jiggy-not see me so I straight to your porches
Mr partymaker puts the in your bottle
Straw it and drink, what gotta be's
'cause I the crazy-crazies
Man, I kick the franken-style, dig the bolts in my
Wreck, ship, boat,
Heavy metal grooves the infinite
Here I hips to the
I'm for the words in the faces of a prince
That been down ever since soaked cheese
And motor go
Hey, how ya
Now, meet in front of big fighting
Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, miles
Straight to my
(aaaah... aaaggh)
Six streets, miles straight to my avenue
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...