Luyện nghe bài hát It's Workin'

It's workin', workin'
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 gots to it.
Rip the system to shreds, grab the in my head.
Everybody get lifted, the rhyme said.
This is introduction to the new episode.
With the Double I down to explode.
Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, livin' to the core
everybody to the right, all I got left is my flow.
I'm floatin' with Beat fishin' in a record ocean.
Uh oh, I guess going' down, not now, right now.
So I got down with the git for Illtown.
Figure the fine fanny,
I my mammy.
And you could ask my Randy,
I'm for my granny nanny that's my mother's mammy.
Two brothers with different 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 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 a Republican tucking with this
African can from this kian 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 for eons and beyond bein' 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 I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get now forgive the enemy be
a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my crushed in the
streets preach love practice hate break tapes and Streaks on
your structure Stain your whole let's get specific style
that's horrific twisted plus with a tongue that's terroristic
we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you cancel
Christmas stop this slick shit

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

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

We friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of beef
be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin' lucky so worlds fear these
and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no series

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

man this shit is huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a motherfucker way
beneath the sheets full 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
friends straight ballin' testicles bowling for dollars rollin' for
hours rappers the pin is my friend they be took out in groups of ten

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