Luyện nghe bài hát Legendary Street Team

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

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

Danze]
Mentally I'm home alone, and since you're
99.9 of the times got my mojo
Buka-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-CLAK whoa!

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

[Chorus: M.O.P. + G.
[ALL] It's the legendary team!
[Rap] Kool G. (BACK!)
Fizzy Womack's (BACK!)
[Bill] Billy (AWW DAMN!)
[Rap] how we do it in the ghetto
Spit fire 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 ice, dead over two dice
My ape click, potty chips, shit
Chinese click on you stick you Poli-Grip
One false move and your body ripped, niggaz lay in they hit
The back of my gun is like a karate flick, Gotti
Mothers and hotties hit, we stash cash dope'n
cops on the rooftop be telescopin, be tryin to bust your open
Gates of is closed, hell is open, shells are smokin
Road blocks, yellow tape from four
Murder plot knocks, heads drop inside of co-ops
Get buried in corn crops, with tops
Hammers drop, pop, you get spotted
on some six o'clock shit on your
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 disrespectful
Stomp through the crowd wavin the M.O.P.
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 never
In posession of eternal as a crook
It been written in the books, in the streets

G. Rap]
Yeah, pushed out of spots

[Billy
And out of jeeps!

Fame]
I'm from a place where cats look and rob
Fitzroy, P-Noid, to his arms
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
motherfucker it's so true
Put that ass in a three-piece suit no shoes

2X]

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