Luyện nghe bài hát Krush Groove

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

I cut the and now we countin' the math, we 'bout that birdplay
My crew's committed, you dudes 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 studio the done did it again
We got out in the ditch where they smackin' a bitch
I got homies out in the where they bustin' at cops
It ain't no with the underground, came from the underground

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

Hey, yo, it seem to me like e'rybody got they own
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 corner stores

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

Gimme a bad end up on ya backside
Or you can get your back and side splatted in back of ya
And I can make it happen, if I make it rappin'
This lump of Satan, I'm packin' 'em with a major passion

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

Listen, before I get up in the I ask the Lord for strength
Tryin' to get my niggaz out the hood, you 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 to look at me funny she could tell her baby boy changed
be out there gettin' some money
But it's a price for everything, you know how the go
For them birds niggaz'll cock the calico

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

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

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

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

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