Luyện nghe bài hát Krush Groove

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

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

We in the the Figgaro done did it again
We got factors out in the where they smackin' a bitch
I got homies out in the Bronx where they at cops
It no game with the underground, came from the underground

Pushin' a hundred thousand, we out the trunk, browsin'
JT, boss from 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 to me like e'rybody got they own truth
Believe me I'm in them sheets like phone
I play the game I was born to
But I'm a lil' too cute for them corner

A little too, known to stand on the
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

Gimme a bad vibe end up on ya
Or you can get your and side splatted in back of ya ride
And I can make it happen, if I 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 latest
And have you dashin' from all the way to Aspen
Your is whack, heard your tape and had to take an aspirin
Step ya up

Listen, before I get up in the mornin' I ask the Lord for
to get my niggaz out the hood, you know how the forces get
It's like the 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 gettin' some money
But it's a for everything, you know how the game go
For them niggaz'll cock back the calico

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

Fuck what'chu heard, I startled your
I hit the spot like a [unverified] in and jeans
On some eighty-eight shit, more raw Kane
It's not my fault she looked at me, you better 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 chucks always actin' like guys
You be trippin' or you slippin' on mudslides

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

I keep that good 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 tapes in the
And spit in a hundred bars straight without a sweat