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

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

MCA, is how we do everyday
Me and Tah hah
Pretty Lou, my man, Nice
We be down representin'
So is how we go, let me let you know, how
It be, in da, G H E, double T O, rhyme ho
They be down the line
Hey, if you hear a rewind

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

It's a trip to see a slip
Get a grip nigga, get a grip, get a
You even know the half of my crew
To be talking, but you're talking and you act you knew
Yo set it, you fuckin' crossed the and hit the border
LB fam start attacking some attacking outta
Put on your leather gloves, and hats and get picture mats
And get the gats just in you take it to the stacks

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

Now a dayz, niggaz frontin' they ill
Now bustin' caps and got a muthafuckin' things to do to 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 doing this since from ways back

In the day, Ace Tre
At the best, up to hey
Whose the best? I the best to come test me
So I can some stress 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' to your brain

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

the shit live for the year 95
I got more niggaz in my tribe there's beez in the bee hive
LB Fam stay high
Mr. Cheeks, everyday
Concentrate to get my straight
us wait, before it's too fuckin' late
The Boyz, yeah that's who I be's wit
That's who I wit, who I smoke trees wit

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

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

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

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

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