Luyện nghe bài hát Krush Groove

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

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

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 bustin' at cops
It ain't no game the underground, came from the underground

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

Hey, yo, it seem to me e'rybody got they own truth
Believe me I'm in them sheets phone booths
I play the I was born to score
But I'm a lil' too for them corner stores

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

a bad vibe 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 lump of Satan, I'm packin' thrash 'em with a passion

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

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

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

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

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

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

And in the hood you see it's from one time
What's your bloodline, play the strip to the
And I don't know why I'm wastin' my breath
I oughta be like and be fakin' my death

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