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 like a verse and a

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

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

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

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

A little too, known to on the block
And a too eager to sit in the spot
Mami, I'm the Eastside, yup yes that side
Heads fly if I open ya that 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 make it happen, if I don't it rappin'
This lump of Satan, I'm packin' thrash 'em a major 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, your tape and had to take an aspirin
ya game 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
It's like the devil got a hold of my
And I'm gettin' this runnin' 'round reppin' my set

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

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

what'chu heard, I startled your brain
I hit the like a [unverified] in ballers and jeans
On some eighty-eight shit, more raw than
not my fault she looked at me, you better talk to your dame

That's just, part of the game and you got
Who got nerve cause Lethal like Tupac words
And, why chucks always actin' like tough guys
You be trippin' or you slippin' on mudslides

And in the hood you see different from one time
What's your bloodline, play the to the sunshine
And I even 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 y'all sloppy Joe niggaz yo 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