Luyện nghe bài hát Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz & Benz

Yeah, LB fam up in this piece
Got my mans put me on, you know what I'm sayin'
a shout out to the Uptown, you know man
up

MCA, this is how we do
Me and Tah hah
Pretty Lou, my man, Spigg
We be gettin' down
So is how we go, let me let you know, how
It be, in da, G H E, T O, rhyme name ho
be runnin' down the line
Hey, if you a mistake rewind

Whose the best? the worst in this here rap game?
For those who claim to be the best, I tear them out the
I'm representin' Queens on the map
springs, wit some baggy jeans when I rap
Come up with a style to con-versital
Don't treat me like no lame, I've been in this game for
seen alot ta come, I've seen alot a go
I've seen alot ta break, I've seen to blow, a yo

It's a to see a nigga slip
Get a grip nigga, get a grip, get a
You don't even know the half of my
To be talking, but you're and you act like you knew
Yo set it, you fuckin' crossed the and hit the border
LB fam start attacking some attacking outta
Put on your gloves, and hats and get your picture mats
And get the gats in case you take it to the stacks

Shout out to the
the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz
To all my and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, keep your up
And to the
East Coast, Coast and World Wide
Ain't wrong with puffin' on lai
And if you're me let me hear you say "Right", right, right

Now a dayz, frontin' like they ill
Now bustin' caps and got a things to do to show his skill
Recognize, what you frontin' for
I know your style, you hit a blunt before
Oh, your another in the race
Fakin' gats, takin' up
To me your nuttin' but a needle in the hay
Listen kid, I've been doing this from ways back

In the day, Ace Tre
At the best, up to hey
Whose the I want the best to come test me
So I can release some stress my chest G
Is you down to go pound for
Toe to toe, for blow, round for round
I'm 'coz I bring the thunder and the rain
'Causin' confusion to your

Shout out to the
It's the Lex Coups, and the Benz
To all my and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, your head up
And to the
East Coast, West Coast and Wide
Ain't wrong with puffin' on lai
And if you're with me let me you say "Right", right, right

Keep the shit for the year 95
I got niggaz in my tribe than there's beez in the bee hive
LB Fam stay high
Mr. Cheeks, high
to get my shit straight
Make us wait, before too fuckin' late
The Lost Boyz, yeah that's who I wit
who I runs wit, who I smoke trees wit

Pack bags, head outta town
I'll be back around so be gone sundown
From Jamaica a nigga named Cheeks
With techniques of the streets rough neck beats
This room is going bounce the Cheeks can't remember
I'm the muthafucker choppin' like a chainsaw
Talk what you wanna, do you gotta
Well let me tell you man you can't do me nadda

Shout out to the
It's the Lex Coups, and the Benz
To all my and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, your head up
And to the
East Coast, West Coast and World
nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai
And if with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right

out to the Jeeps
It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the
To all my and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, keep head up
And to the
East Coast, West Coast and Wide
Ain't nuttin' wrong puffin' on lai
And if with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right

Now if you to my album
You see we only deal wit the deal street life

out to the Jeeps
It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the
To all my and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, keep your up
And to the
East Coast, West and World Wide
Ain't wrong with puffin' on lai
And if with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right