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

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

MCA, is how we do everyday
Me and Tah hah
Lou, my man, Spigg Nice
We be gettin' representin'
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? Whose the worst in this rap game?
For those who to be the best, I tear them out the frame
I'm representin' puttin' on the map
Double springs, wit some baggy when I rap
Come up with a style to con-versital
Don't treat me like no lame, been in this game for awhile
I've alot ta come, I've seen alot a go
I've seen ta break, I've seen alot to blow, a yo

a trip to see a nigga slip
Get a nigga, 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' the line and hit the border
LB fam start attacking some outta order
Put on your leather gloves, and and get your picture mats
And get the gats just in case you it to the stacks

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

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

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

out to the Jeeps
It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the
To all my and my men
To all my in the pen, keep your head up
And to the
East Coast, West Coast and Wide
nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai
And if with me let me hear 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
Concentrate to get my straight
us wait, before it's too fuckin' late
The Lost Boyz, that's who I be's wit
That's who I runs wit, who I trees wit

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

out to the Jeeps
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 and World Wide
Ain't nuttin' wrong puffin' on lai
And if you're with me let me you say "Right", right, right

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, keep head up
And to the
East Coast, Coast and World Wide
Ain't nuttin' wrong puffin' on lai
And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right,

Now if you listen to my
You see we deal wit the real 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 head up
And to the
East Coast, Coast and World Wide
Ain't nuttin' wrong puffin' on lai
And if you're me let me hear you say "Right", right, right