Luyện nghe bài hát Legendary Street Team

[Billy
Hey yo we bringin you the international live from Brownsville
where we juggle and to survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL)
We rhyme, from 12 to 12,
in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the steamin

G. Rap]
Friend, forgive him for his (he better watch his step)

[Billy
I'm home alone, and since you're deaf
99.9 of the times got my mojo
Buka-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-CLAK whoa!

Fame]
Aiyyo I bring sorrow, you won't make it to
spit from the nozzle, pop one up in your (?)
(STREET TEAM) East coast up, up
We don't put up, we post up
I'ma front line nigga, you don't want mine
Play tough - and I your shit BUK BUK
You have a wheelchair chaffeur with your arms in
legs numb from them arms an' tings

[Chorus: M.O.P. + G.
It's the legendary street team!
[Rap] Kool G. (BACK!)
[Fame] Fizzy (BACK!)
Billy Danze (AWW DAMN!)
[Rap] That's how we do it in the
Spit fire from the metal (WHERE YOU AT?)

Chorus]

[Kool G.
- my attributes of life, never too nice, the rules are too trife
You lose life, hit for blue ice, dead over two
My ape click, potty chips, body
Chinese click on you stick you like
One false move and your body ripped, lay in they lobbies hit
The back of my gun is like a karate flick, Gotti
Mothers and hit, we stash cash sellin dope'n
cops on the rooftop be telescopin, be to bust your melon open
Gates of heaven is closed, hell is open, are smokin
Road blocks, yellow tape from four
Murder plot door knocks, heads drop of co-ops
Get buried in crops, with tall tops
Hammers drop, pop, you get spotted
on six o'clock shit on your Magnavox
your knot, stab a lot, with ice pick shit, and bitch we rip shit
Iller Pillsbury with the biscuits

2X]

[Billy
Hey yo we step up in the club, in a manner
Stomp the crowd wavin the M.O.P. banner
fresh coppertops, in the player hater scanner
Who am I? (WILLIAM DANZE) Right, then you wanna know the man
(OHH!) The soldier, one should never overlook
In posession of life as a crook
It been written in the books, in the streets

G. Rap]
Yeah, pushed out of crack

Danze]
And out of jeeps!

[Lil'
I'm a place where cats look conspicuous and rob
Fitzroy, P-Noid, to his arms
you at a pay phone, kickin it to moms
Lift your like Nicholas and John
(WAVE YOUR FLAG PARTNER!) Put a where you think at
(BAM BAM!) Pop a hole in your hat
Brownsville it's so true
Put that ass in a three-piece with no shoes

2X]

[Kool G.
Y'all niggaz act like y'all
First Family, Black Guerilla Family, united,
It's a Queens and B'Ville thing, up
Y'all come scrap witcha'll heat
or get laid the down, word up, no games
niggaz know
Bitch-ass