Luyện nghe bài hát It's Workin'

It's workin', workin'
Party if you're ready to rock 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 kick the habit, so you have it, I'm a addict.
When I'm the mike I gots to grab it.
Rip the to shreds, grab the braids in my head.
Everybody get lifted, remember the said.
is your introduction to the new episode.
With the Double I countin' to explode.
Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, rotten to the core
to the right, cause all I got left is my flow.
I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a 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 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 I had it, let's see how smooth it gets.
I might wind
up that same old cruddy shit.
Like clockin', rocks in my neighborhood.
Back cockin', buckshottin', ass is shot.

Can you chill a can can you a can can you kill a can I know I can I
I can I know 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 predicted her quick trip and
cool like fuckin' Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the
unbelievable bastard I be Well that shit's some be on Settle the
score check Melba needs Moore since now she 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 forgive the be
a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my crushed in the
streets love practice hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on
your structure Stain your whole 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 finish you nitwit
Christmas won't this slick shit

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

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

We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of
you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin' lucky so 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'? check the skills on the real best to chill don't be
caught in the down the ordeal it's ill

man this is deep 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 until you're up and

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

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