Luyện nghe bài hát JBs Revenge

[Verse 1: Sheek
back door, jungle brothers flow
Burner in my hand just me when to go
Stay away rats, never trust a cop
You might have more but I'm lyrically on top
I never left the hood, I'm just not
It's hard to be and get your business off the ground
So I smoke a to the early days
Real niggas, fat ass bitches and finger
Educated man, from New York
Yeah I made it in rap but not all I am
I'm a cool brother and word to mother
I smack the fuck out of one of
Blood on the at a live show
Yeah my niggas been on it the locks go
Who the realest group out? How you not know?
Anytime you hear our shit, how could you not
I I'm strictly tryna 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 touching 8 but wasn't playing pool
Raised in the epidemic, [?]
So we thought making drug looked cool
All I really was to act [?]
With a goose with good
On some new and some dime bags
Drink a 40 ounce just to watch time
For the Dutch nigga, get a wipe out
Never the white flag, never throw a white towel
From the bomb squad, all them rhyme hard
Any letter scrap, get drunk and the tromb god
A bunch of little 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
Yeah I'm the quiet one, the loudest