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, quarters like niggaz doin dope deals
Fo' cut 50 a verse and a half

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

We in the the Figgaro done did it again
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, browsin'
JT, another boss the Bay
And rest in peace to my boy, Mac Dre, what'chu say
JT, another from the Bay
And rest in to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker

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

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

Gimme a bad vibe end up on ya
Or you can get your back and side splatted in back of ya
And I can make it happen, if I don't make it
This lump of Satan, I'm packin' thrash 'em with a major

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

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

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

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

what'chu heard, I startled your brain
I hit the spot 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 your

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 be trippin' or you slippin' on mudslides

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

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