Luyện nghe bài hát It's Workin'

It's workin', It's
Party people if you're ready to let me hear you scream!

I play for keeps, and streets, we reign and we pop, and daily
sweeps.
It's the fanatic, can't the habit, so there you have it, I'm a addict.
When I'm near the mike I to grab it.
Rip the system to shreds, the braids in my head.
Everybody get lifted, the rhyme said.
is your introduction to the new episode.
With the I countin' down to explode.
Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, livin' to the core
to the right, cause all I got left is my flow.
I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a ocean.
Uh oh, I it's going' down, not now, right now.
So I got down the git down for Illtown.
Figure it's the fanny,
I my mammy.
And you ask my uncle Randy,
I'm grateful for my granny nanny that's my mammy.
Two tittle brothers with different fathers but still family.
Forget how I had it, let's see how smooth it gets.
'cause I might
up doing that old cruddy shit.
clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood.
Back cockin', buckshottin', ass is shot.

Can you a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know I can I
know I can I know I can can an American a tucking with this
African can from this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick
wack that's Dionne Dionne should predicted her quick trip and Stayed
like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the
unbelievable I be Well believe that shit's some be on Settle the
score check Melba needs Moore now she poor looks to get richer by
puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold
KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so get kicked now forgive the enemy be
a of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in the
streets preach love practice hate break tapes and chatterin' on
your structure Stain your whole establishment let's get specific
horrific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
we'll lift it then shift it the biscuit finish you nitwit cancel
won't stop this slick shit

time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch crews get cut it to my
illtown grounds and your butts but whaqt is the matter matter
of I don't want to hear you talk so close your trap

Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores
truck I should of told you Marge sent her two chocolates away from
being sloppy in bunches no lunches step with the punches and try some
butt crunches get your hands clapping and the back and keep a cool
head for all my swingers attackin' back in the motherfuckin' house
traveled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack that
ass now how's about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's
unwiped ass crack I'll a bat dead on the back black and leave you
there flat as a flapjack

We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of
you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lucky so worlds fear these
and be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series

a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man
what's check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't be
caught in the the hill ordeal it's ill

man this shit is huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a motherfucker way
beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper and continue
to go on until you're up and

When we spot a block knok no tellin' the rest will go hustle with my
straight ballin' like testicles bowling for dollars rollin' for
hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in of ten

scoopin' you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground
with no with just boots and chins yeah and ya don't stop lust check
out us Illtown niggas