Luyện nghe bài hát Juice (Know the Ledge) *

Sip the juice 'cause I got to go around
And the thought takes uptown
I grew up on the sidewalk where I street talk
And then to hawk New York

I go to Queens for queens to get the crew from
Make money in and never been token
Go Uptown and the Bronx to boogie
Get strong on the Island, recoup and lay

Time to build my back up
Props back up, suckers get up
Don't doubt the clout, you what I'm about
Knocking niggaz off, knocking 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

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

got to suffer, I just might spare one
And give a brother a one
Stay and on "P's"
And I do work these like Hercules

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

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

I'll chill like Pacino, kill like
Black Gambino, die a hero
Living on shaky grounds too to the edge
Let's see if I the ledge!

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

Rip the like a buckshot
Who cares where it goes, just keep the closed
No remorse a life is lost
I paid my paid the cost

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

So say hi to the badguy
Don't say goodbye, I plan to die
I get loose and I got troops
And crazy

In control of many like Ayatollah
Hang out wit Smith and Wesson, try to play me
I'm at war a lot, like Sadat
But no warning shot, my gun is a lot

When I cook beef, the smoke will never
in fear but this here's a fear!
Living life too close to the
Hoping I know the ledge

A new morn, no time to yawn
on, power's on
Late for school, I catch the
sip, "Cristal" and whisper my name

I up like an exercise
the intellect and inspect the thighs
Select the one, pull her to the side
Keep her for the rest of the ride

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

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