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, remember the said.
This is introduction to the new episode.
With the 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' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a ocean.
Uh oh, I guess it's going' down, not now, now.
So I got with the git down for Illtown.
Figure it's the fanny,
I my mammy.
And you could ask my Randy,
I'm grateful for my granny nanny that's my mammy.
Two tittle brothers with different fathers but still family.
Forget how rough I had it, see how smooth it gets.
'cause I wind
up doing that old cruddy shit.
Like clockin', 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 know I can can an American a Republican with this
African can from this kian land I I can It's a war wick wick wick
wack Dionne Dionne should have 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 step
KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now the enemy be
a friend of me you teach but ain't seem my music crushed in the
streets preach love practice break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on
your structure Stain your establishment let's get specific style
that's twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
we'll it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit cancel
Christmas won't stop slick shit

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

Suckers get like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucker
truck I should of told you Large Marge her two chocolates away from
being sloppy in bunches with no step with the punches and try some
butt get your hands clapping front and the back and keep a cool
for all my swingers 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 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' lucky so fear these
and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no series

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

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

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

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