Luyện nghe bài hát Krush Groove

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

I cut the and now we countin' the math, we 'bout that birdplay
My committed, you dudes gon' get it
Have a seat you through I'm finished, my troopers is fitted
Got 'em out in Brooklyn, Hollis Queens to the bridge

We in the studio the Figgaro done did it
We got factors out in the 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 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 from the Bay
And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre,

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

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

Gimme a bad vibe end up on ya
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 lump of Satan, I'm packin' thrash 'em with a major

I slash ya face and fracture you flashin' in the latest
And you dashin' from Manhattan all the way to Aspen
Your shit is whack, heard 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 the devil got a hold of my neck
And I'm gettin' change runnin' 'round reppin' my set

Momma to look at me funny 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 cock 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 niggaz is real, a lot of niggaz is
A lot of niggaz shake your hand and hands with Jake

Fuck what'chu heard, I startled brain
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 talk to your dame

That's just, part of the and you got served
Who got cause Lethal hard like Tupac words
And, why y'all chucks always like tough guys
You must be trippin' or you 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 why I'm wastin' my breath
I oughta be like Makaveli and be my death

I keep that good shit it's tastin' so
And all y'all sloppy Joe niggaz yo 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