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 sold more but I'm lyrically on top
I never left the hood, I'm not around
It's hard to be there and get your business off the
So I a pound to the early days
Real niggas, fat ass bitches and waves
man, from 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 smack the fuck out of one of
Blood on the wall at a live
Yeah my niggas been on it since the go
Who the realest group out? How could you not
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 reup again nigga when the low

2: Styles P]
We was in school, we was on the and
We was touching 8 balls but playing pool
in the crack epidemic, [?]
So we thought making drug money looked
All I wanted was to act [?]
a goose with good feathers
On some new leathers and dime bags
Drink a 40 ounce just to time pass
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 and blow the tromb god
A bunch of niggas that be running around
And they got organised, running the town
Felt to see 100s around, thousands around
And every time I rhyme, niggas crowding
Yeah I'm the one, the loudest around