Luyện nghe bài hát Krush Groove

We on our song, we on our third song, heyyeyy
You understand it, I'm official mine I'm double clutchin'
On the fo' wheel, pushin' quarters niggaz doin dope deals
Fo' cut 50 like a 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 Figgaro did it again
We got out in the ditch where they smackin' a bitch
I got out in the Bronx where they bustin' at cops
It ain't no game with the underground, came from the

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

Hey, yo, it seem to me e'rybody got they own truth
me I'm in them sheets like phone booths
I the game 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 too eager to sit in the spot
Mami, I'm from the Eastside, yup yes that
Heads fly if I open ya chest wide

a bad vibe end up on ya backside
Or you can get your back and side splatted in 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 your and had to take an aspirin
ya game up

Listen, I get up in the mornin' I ask the Lord for strength
Tryin' to get my 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' 'round my set

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

Now you to the beef, what'chu gon' do now?
Bitch up, skid in your crib, or pull tools 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 your brain
I hit the spot like a 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, part of the game and you got
Who got nerve cause Lethal hard like words
And, why y'all always actin' like tough guys
You must be trippin' or you slippin' on

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

I that 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 tapes in the deck
And in a hundred bars straight without breakin' a sweat