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 the mike I gots 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 Double I 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 with 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 the fine 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 wind
up doing same 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 Republican with this
African can from kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick
wack that's Dionne Dionne should have her quick trip and Stayed
cool like 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 since now she poor looks to get by
puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold
KLICKOW' ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy be
a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my crushed in the
streets preach practice hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on
your structure Stain whole establishment let's get specific style
horrific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit you nitwit cancel
won't stop this slick shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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