Luyện nghe bài hát It's Workin'

It's workin', It's
people 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.
I'm near the mike I gots to grab it.
Rip the system to shreds, grab the in my head.
Everybody get lifted, remember the said.
This is introduction to the new episode.
With the I countin' down to explode.
Naughty in the door, here come 235 more, livin' rotten to the core
everybody to the right, cause all I got 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 it's the fanny,
I my mammy.
And you ask my uncle Randy,
I'm grateful for my granny that's my mother's mammy.
Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're 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 this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick
wack that's Dionne Dionne should 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 check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get by
puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards step
KLICKOW' ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy be
a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't my music crushed in the
streets preach love practice hate break tapes and Streaks on
your Stain your whole establishment let's get specific style
that's horrific twisted plus terrific with a 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 loose nut watch crews get cut it to my
illtown grounds and lose your butts but 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 Dolores
truck I should of told you Large Marge her two chocolates away from
being in bunches with no lunches step with the punches and try some
butt get your hands clapping front and the back and keep a cool
head for all my packing attackin' back in the motherfuckin' house
done traveled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack
ass back now how's about that? you about as shitty as a baby's
unwiped ass I'll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you
layin' there as a flapjack

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

man this is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a motherfucker way
the sheets 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 where the rest will go hustle with my
friends straight ballin' like testicles bowling for rollin' for
hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in of ten

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