Luyện nghe bài hát JBs Revenge

[Verse 1: Louch]
Single back door, brothers flow
in my hand just tell me when to go
Stay from rats, never trust a cop
You might sold more but I'm lyrically on top
I never 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 early
Real niggas, fat ass bitches and finger
man, from New York land
Yeah I it in rap but that's not all I am
I'm a cool brother and that's to mother
I smack the out of one of y'all
Blood on the wall at a show
Yeah my niggas been on it the locks go
Who the realest group How could you not know?
you hear our shit, how could you not blow?
I I'm strictly tryna cop those Picassos
Birds in North Carolina, Pablo
El Guapo, Diablo, El
We reup again nigga when the low

[Verse 2: P]
We was in school, we was on the and
We was touching 8 balls but wasn't playing
in the crack epidemic, [?]
So we thought making drug looked cool
All I wanted was to act [?]
With a goose with good
On some new leathers and some dime
Drink a 40 ounce just to watch pass
For the Dutch days nigga, get a out
Never wave the white flag, never throw a white
From the squad, all them niggas rhyme hard
Any letter scrap, get drunk and the tromb god
A bunch of little niggas be running around
And they got organised, start the town
Felt good to see 100s around, around
And every time I rhyme, niggas around
Yeah I'm the quiet one, the around