Luyện nghe bài hát Krush Groove

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

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

We in the studio the Figgaro done did it
We got out in the ditch where they smackin' a bitch
I got homies out in the Bronx where they bustin' at
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 rest in peace to my boy, Mac Dre, what'chu say
JT, boss from the Bay
And rest in to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker

Hey, yo, it seem to me e'rybody 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 for them corner stores

A too, known to stand on the block
And a too eager to sit in the spot
Mami, I'm from the Eastside, yup yes side
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 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 you flashin' in the latest fashion
And have you dashin' from all the way to Aspen
Your shit is whack, your tape and had to take an aspirin
Step ya up

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

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

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

what'chu heard, I startled 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 talk to your dame

That's just, of the game and you got served
Who got nerve cause Lethal hard Tupac words
And, why y'all chucks always actin' like tough
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 don't even know why I'm my breath
I oughta be like Makaveli and be fakin' my

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