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

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

MCA, is how we do everyday
Me and Tah hah
Pretty Lou, my man, Nice
We be gettin' 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 Whose the worst in this here 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
up with a style to make con-versital
Don't treat me like no lame, I've in this game for awhile
I've seen ta come, I've seen alot a go
I've alot ta break, I've seen alot to blow, a yo

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

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 World
Ain't wrong with puffin' on lai
And if with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right

Now a dayz, niggaz frontin' like ill
Now bustin' and got a muthafuckin' things to do to show his skill
Recognize, what you frontin' for
I know style, you neva 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
the best? I want the best to come test me
So I can release stress from my chest G
Is you down to go pound for
Toe to toe, blow for blow, round for
I'm wonderin' 'coz I bring the thunder and the
'Causin' confusion to brain

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, 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

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

Pack your bags, head outta
I'll be back around so be gone sundown
From Jamaica comes a 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 what you wanna, do you gotta
Well let me tell you something man you do me nadda

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

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

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