Luyện nghe bài hát Krush Groove

We on our third song, we on our song, heyyeyy
You understand it, I'm official mine I'm double clutchin'
On the fo' wheel, quarters like niggaz doin dope deals
Fo' cut 50 a verse and a half

I cut the and now we countin' the math, we 'bout that birdplay
My committed, you dudes gon' get it
Have a you through when I'm finished, my troopers is fitted
Got 'em posted out in Brooklyn, Hollis Queens to the

We in the the Figgaro done did it again
We got factors out in the ditch where smackin' a bitch
I got homies out in the Bronx where they bustin' at
It ain't no game with the underground, came the underground

a hundred thousand, we out the trunk, never browsin'
JT, boss from the Bay
And rest in peace to my boy, Mac Dre, say nigga?
JT, boss from the Bay
And in peace to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker

Hey, yo, it seem to me like got they own truth
me I'm in them sheets like phone booths
I play the game I was born to
But I'm a lil' too cute for them corner

A little too, known to on the block
And a lil' too eager to sit in the
Mami, I'm from the Eastside, yup yes side
Heads fly if I ya chest that wide

Gimme a bad end up on ya backside
Or you can get your back and splatted in back of ya ride
And I can it happen, if I don't make it rappin'
This of Satan, I'm packin' thrash 'em with a major passion

I slash ya face and fracture you flashin' in the fashion
And have you dashin' from all the way to Aspen
Your shit is whack, heard your and had to take an aspirin
Step ya up

Listen, before I get up in the mornin' I ask the Lord for
Tryin' to get my out the hood, you know how the forces get
It's the devil got a hold of my neck
And I'm gettin' change runnin' 'round reppin' my set

Momma used to look at me she could tell her baby boy changed
Must be out there gettin' money
But it's a for everything, you know how the game go
For them birds niggaz'll cock back the

Now you introduced to the beef, what'chu gon' do
Bitch up, skid in your crib, or pull them out?
A lot of is real, a lot of niggaz is fake
A lot of niggaz your hand and shake hands with Jake

Fuck what'chu heard, I startled your
I hit the spot a [unverified] in ballers and jeans
On some eighty-eight shit, raw than Kane
It's not my she looked at me, you better talk to your dame

That's just, part of the game and you got
Who got nerve cause Lethal hard like words
And, why y'all chucks always actin' tough guys
You must be trippin' or you on mudslides

And in the hood you see different from one time
What's your bloodline, play the strip to the
And I even know why I'm wastin' my breath
I oughta be like and be fakin' my death

I that good shit it's tastin' so fresh
And all y'all sloppy Joe niggaz yo y'all a mess
We on the way to yo' nap, so put your tapes in the
And spit in a hundred bars without breakin' a sweat