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 double
On the fo' wheel, pushin' quarters like niggaz dope deals
Fo' cut 50 a verse and a half

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

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

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

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

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 side
fly if I open ya chest that wide

Gimme a bad vibe end up on ya
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 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 tape and had to take an
ya game up

Listen, before I get up in the mornin' I ask the Lord for
Tryin' to get my niggaz out the hood, you how the forces get
It's like the devil got a hold of my
And I'm gettin' this change '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 back the

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

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

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

And in the hood you see it's different from one
your bloodline, play the strip to the sunshine
And I don't even why I'm wastin' my breath
I oughta be Makaveli and be fakin' my death

I keep good shit it's tastin' so fresh
And all y'all Joe niggaz yo y'all makin' a mess
We on the way to yo' nap, so put your in the deck
And spit in a hundred bars straight breakin' a sweat