Luyện nghe bài hát JBs Revenge

[Verse 1: Louch]
Single back door, jungle flow
Burner in my hand just me when to go
Stay from rats, never trust a cop
You might have sold more but I'm on top
I left the hood, I'm just not around
It's hard to be there and get business off the ground
So I smoke a to the early days
Real niggas, fat ass bitches and waves
Educated man, New York land
Yeah I made it in rap but not all I am
I'm a cool brother and that's to mother
I the fuck 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 out? How could you not
you hear our shit, how could you not blow?
I mean I'm strictly cop those Picassos
Birds in Carolina, Petey Pablo
El Guapo, Diablo, El
We again nigga when the stash low

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