Luyện nghe bài hát Krush Groove

We on our song, we on our third song, heyyeyy
You understand it, I'm official with mine I'm double
On the fo' wheel, pushin' quarters 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
Have a seat you through when I'm finished, my is fitted
Got 'em posted out in Brooklyn, Hollis Queens to the

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

Pushin' a hundred thousand, we out the trunk, browsin'
JT, another from the Bay
And rest in to my boy, Mac Dre, what'chu say nigga?
JT, boss from the Bay
And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre,

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 corner stores

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

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

I slash ya face and fracture you flashin' in the fashion
And have you dashin' Manhattan all the way to Aspen
Your shit is whack, heard your and had to take an aspirin
ya game 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 devil got a of my neck
And I'm gettin' this change runnin' 'round my set

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

Now you introduced to the beef, gon' do now?
up, skid in your crib, or pull them tools out?
A lot of is real, a lot of niggaz is fake
A lot of niggaz your hand and shake 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, raw than Kane
It's not my fault she looked at me, you better talk to dame

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

And in the you see it's different from one time
your bloodline, play the strip 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 y'all a mess
We on the way to yo' nap, so put tapes in the deck
And spit in a hundred bars straight breakin' a sweat