Luyện nghe bài hát Legendary Street Team

[Billy
Hey yo we bringin you the international vibe live Brownsville
where we juggle and struggle to survive (YOU THE DEAL)
We rhyme, from 12 to 12,
in the cut on the corner by the bodega the hammer 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 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
Flames spit from the nozzle, pop one up in (?)
(STREET TEAM) East coast up, up
We put posters up, we post up
I'ma front line nigga, you don't want mine
Play tough - and I fuck shit BUK BUK
You have a wheelchair with your arms in slings
Both legs numb them arms an' tings

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

Chorus]

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

2X]

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

[Kool G.
Yeah, pushed out of crack

[Billy
And out of jeeps!

Fame]
I'm from a place 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 Nicholas and
(WAVE YOUR FLAG PARTNER!) Put a hole where you at
(BAM BAM!) Pop a hole in mink hat
Brownsville motherfucker it's so
Put ass in a three-piece suit with no shoes

2X]

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