Luyện nghe bài hát JBs Revenge

[Verse 1: Louch]
Single back door, brothers flow
Burner in my hand tell me when to go
away from rats, never trust a cop
You might have sold but I'm lyrically on top
I left the hood, I'm just not around
It's hard to be and get your business off the ground
So I smoke a pound to the days
Real niggas, fat ass bitches and finger
Educated man, from New land
Yeah I it in rap but that's not all I am
I'm a cool brother and word to mother
I the fuck out of one of y'all
on the wall at a live show
Yeah my been on it since the locks go
Who the realest group How could you not know?
Anytime you our shit, how could you not blow?
I mean I'm strictly cop those Picassos
Birds in North Carolina, Pablo
El Guapo, Diablo, El
We reup again nigga when the low

2: Styles P]
We was in school, we was on the and
We was touching 8 balls but wasn't pool
in the crack epidemic, [?]
So we thought making drug money looked
All I wanted was to act [?]
With a goose good feathers
On some new leathers and some bags
Drink a 40 ounce just to time pass
For the days nigga, get a wipe out
Never wave the white flag, throw a white towel
From the bomb squad, all them niggas hard
Any scrap, get drunk and blow the tromb god
A bunch of niggas that be running around
And they got organised, start the town
good to see 100s around, thousands around
And time I rhyme, niggas crowding around
I'm the quiet one, the loudest around