Luyện nghe bài hát Krush Groove

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

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

We in the studio the done did it again
We got factors out in the where they smackin' a bitch
I got homies out in the Bronx where bustin' at cops
It ain't no game the underground, came from the underground

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

Hey, yo, it to me like 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 corner stores

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

a bad vibe 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 it rappin'
This lump of Satan, I'm packin' thrash 'em with a passion

I slash ya face and fracture you in the latest fashion
And you dashin' from Manhattan 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 I ask the Lord 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 this change runnin' 'round reppin' my set

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

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

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

That's just, of the game and you got served
Who got nerve cause hard like Tupac words
And, why y'all chucks always actin' tough guys
You must be or you slippin' on mudslides

And in the you see it's different from 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 and be fakin' my death

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