Luyện nghe bài hát Krush Groove

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

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

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

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

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

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 side
Heads fly if I open ya chest wide

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

I slash ya and fracture you flashin' in the latest fashion
And have you from Manhattan all the way to Aspen
Your shit is whack, heard tape and had to take an aspirin
Step ya 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
like the devil got a hold of my neck
And I'm gettin' this change runnin' reppin' my set

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

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

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

That's just, of the game and you got served
Who got nerve cause hard like Tupac words
And, why chucks 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 bloodline, play the strip to the sunshine
And I don't know why I'm wastin' my breath
I oughta be like Makaveli and be my death

I that good shit it's tastin' so fresh
And all y'all sloppy Joe niggaz yo y'all makin' a
We on the way to yo' nap, so put your tapes in the
And in a hundred bars straight without breakin' a sweat