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 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 through when I'm finished, my troopers is
Got 'em posted out in Brooklyn, Queens 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 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, boss from the Bay
And rest in 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 e'rybody got they own truth
Believe me I'm in sheets like phone booths
I play the game I was born to
But I'm a lil' too cute for them stores

A too, known to stand on the block
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 end up on ya backside
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' 'em with a major passion

I ya face and fracture you flashin' in the latest fashion
And have you from Manhattan all the way to Aspen
Your shit is whack, heard your tape and had to take an
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 how the forces 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 funny she tell her baby boy changed
Must be out gettin' some money
But it's a price for everything, you how the game go
For birds niggaz'll cock back the calico

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

Fuck what'chu heard, I startled your
I hit the spot like a in ballers and jeans
On eighty-eight shit, more raw than Kane
It's not my fault she at me, you better talk to your dame

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

And in the hood you see different from one time
What's bloodline, play the strip to the sunshine
And I don't even know why I'm wastin' my
I oughta be Makaveli 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 tapes in the
And spit in a bars straight without breakin' a sweat