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 like niggaz doin deals
Fo' cut 50 like a verse and a

I cut the brick and now we countin' the math, we 'bout 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, Hollis Queens to the

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

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

Hey, yo, it seem to me like e'rybody got they own
Believe me I'm in them like phone booths
I play the game I was born to
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 from the Eastside, yup yes side
Heads fly if I open ya chest that

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

I slash ya face and fracture you flashin' in the latest
And have you dashin' from Manhattan all the way to
Your is whack, heard your tape and had to take an aspirin
Step ya up

Listen, before I get up in the I ask the Lord for strength
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 funny she could tell her baby boy
Must be out there gettin' some
But it's a price for everything, you how the game go
For them birds niggaz'll cock back the

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

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

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

And in the hood you see it's different from one
your bloodline, play the strip to the sunshine
And I don't even know why I'm my breath
I be like Makaveli and be fakin' my death

I keep that good it's tastin' so fresh
And all y'all 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 hundred bars straight breakin' a sweat