Luyện nghe bài hát It's Workin'

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

I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign and we pop, and
sweeps.
It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit, so you have it, I'm a addict.
When I'm the mike I gots to grab it.
Rip the system to shreds, grab the in my head.
Everybody get lifted, remember the said.
This is introduction to the new episode.
the Double I countin' down to explode.
Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, rotten to the core
everybody to the right, all I got left is my flow.
I'm floatin' Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean.
Uh oh, I guess it's 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 nanny that's my mother's mammy.
Two tittle brothers with fathers but we're still family.
how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets.
'cause I might
up that same old cruddy shit.
clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood.
Back cockin', buckshottin', ass is shot.

Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you a can I know I can I
know I can I I can can an American a Republican 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 have her quick trip and Stayed
cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond the
bastard I be Well believe that shit's some be on Settle the
score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor to get richer by
rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so get kicked now forgive the enemy be
a friend of me you teach but ain't seem my music crushed in the
streets preach love practice hate break tapes and Streaks on
your structure Stain your whole establishment let's get style
that's twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you cancel
Christmas won't stop this shit

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

get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucker
truck I of told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from
being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with the and try some
butt crunches get your hands clapping front and the back and a cool
head for all my swingers attackin' back in the motherfuckin' house
done traveled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack
ass back now about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's
unwiped ass I'll crack 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 of beef
you'll be givin me at Kentucky lackin' lucky so worlds fear these
and there'll be no you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series

Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' kid man
what's happenin'? the skills on the real it's best to chill don't be
caught in the down the hill it's ill

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

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

scoopin' change you'll be "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 rock