Luyện nghe bài hát Legendary Street Team

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

[Kool G.
Friend, him for his sins (he better watch his step)

Danze]
Mentally I'm home alone, and you're deaf
99.9 of the I've 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
front line nigga, you don't want mine nigga
Play tough - and I your shit BUK BUK
You have a wheelchair chaffeur with your in slings
Both legs numb them arms an' tings

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

Chorus]

[Kool G.
Aiyyo - my of life, never too nice, the rules are too trife
You lose life, hit for blue ice, over two dice
My ape click, potty chips, shit
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 be telescopin, be tryin to bust your melon open
Gates of heaven is closed, is open, shells are smokin
blocks, yellow tape from four shots
Murder plot door knocks, heads drop inside of
Get buried in crops, with tall tops
Hammers drop, magnums pop, you get
on six o'clock shit on your Magnavox
Taggin knot, stab a lot, with ice pick shit, and bitch we rip shit
Iller than 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
Keep fresh coppertops, in the hater scanner
Who am I? (WILLIAM DANZE) Right, you don't wanna know the man
(OHH!) The hooded soldier, one should overlook
In posession of life as a crook
It been written in the books, embedded in the

G. Rap]
Yeah, pushed out of crack

Danze]
And out of jeeps!

[Lil'
I'm from a where cats look conspicuous and rob
Fitzroy, P-Noid, stickin to his
Catch you at a pay phone, kickin it to
Lift your +Face/Off+ like and John
(WAVE FLAG PARTNER!) Put a hole where you think at
(BAM BAM!) Pop a hole in mink hat
motherfucker it's so true
Put that ass in a three-piece suit no shoes

2X]

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