Luyện nghe bài hát Juice (Know the Ledge) *

Sip the juice 'cause I got to go around
And the thought place uptown
I up on the sidewalk where I learned street talk
And taught to hawk New York

I go to Queens for to get the crew from Brooklyn
money in Manhattan and never been token
Go Uptown and the to boogie down
Get on the Island, recoup and lay around

to build my juice back up
Props back up, get smacked up
Don't doubt the clout, you know what I'm
Knocking niggaz off, niggaz out

Shaking 'em up, 'em up
'em up, breaking 'em up
Standing on shaky grounds too to the edge
Let's see if I the ledge

trifling 'cause shorty's here
I get cock-d forty's of beer
Here's a sip for the crew that's
If I get revenge, then they rest in

Somebody's got to suffer, I just spare one
And a brother a fair one
Stay and on "P's"
And I do work with like Hercules

to southpaw, split your right jaw
'Cause I don't like y'all, I'm hype night fall
Smooth but I like an army
Bulletproof in case brothers try to bomb me

brothers to rest like Elliot Ness
'Cause I don't stress
Streets ain't a place for innocent bystanders to
Nutting's gonna the plan

chill like Pacino, kill like DeNiro
Black Gambino, die a hero
Living on grounds too close to the edge
see if I know the ledge!

Shells lay on the battleground
Dead are found throughout the town
to put shame in my game to make a name
I'm-a put it on a bullet, put it in your

Rip the block a buckshot
Who cares where it goes, just the casket closed
No remorse a life is lost
I paid my dues- the cost

And my pockets are fat
I'm at, I get the welcome mat
Even if my crew steep with one
I attract attention, people to peep

So come say hi to the
say goodbye, I don't plan to die
'Cause I get and I got troops
And juice

In control of many like Ayatollah
Hang out wit Smith and Wesson, don't try to me
I'm at war a lot, Anwar Sadat
But no shot, my gun is warm a lot

When I cook beef, the will never clear
Areas in fear but this a fear!
life too close to the edge
Hoping I know the ledge

A brand new morn, no time to
Shower's on, on
Late for school, I catch the
Girls sip, "Cristal" and whisper my

I push up an exercise
the intellect and inspect the thighs
Select the best one, pull her to the
her occupied for the rest of the ride

Read my resume she's I'm 'ready cool
Just meet me after
We can moan and groan until mom come home
And you be calling me Al "Dope"

me, she didn't want to let me loose
Come get me, if you want to sip the juice
the streets await me, so I take my gun off safety
'Cause a lot of hate me

Coming out of the building, set me up
wit automatics, they wet me up
In a puddle of blood, I lay to the edge
I guess I know the ledge