Luyện nghe bài hát It's Workin'

It's workin', It's
Party people if ready to rock let me hear 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 there you it, I'm a addict.
When I'm near the mike I gots to it.
Rip the system to shreds, the braids in my head.
Everybody get lifted, the rhyme said.
This is your to the new episode.
With the Double I countin' to explode.
Naughty kicked in the door, here 235 more, livin' rotten to the core
to the right, cause all I got left is my flow.
I'm floatin' with Boogie fishin' in a record ocean.
Uh oh, I guess going' down, not now, right now.
So I got with the git down for Illtown.
it's the fine fanny,
I my mammy.
And you ask my uncle Randy,
I'm grateful for my granny nanny my mother's mammy.
Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're family.
Forget how rough I had it, let's see how it gets.
I might wind
up doing that same old shit.
Like clockin', rocks in my neighborhood.
cockin', buckshottin', your 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 Republican with this
African can this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick
wack that's Dionne should have predicted her quick trip and Stayed
cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond the
unbelievable bastard I be Well that shit's some be on Settle the
score Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by
puttin' rap up in the picture fix ya backwards blindfold step
KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now 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 establishment let's get specific style
that's horrific twisted terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you cancel
Christmas won't stop slick shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

change you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground
with no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya stop lust check
out us Illtown niggas