Luyện nghe bài hát Legendary Street Team

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

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

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

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

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

Chorus]

[Kool G.
Aiyyo - my attributes of life, too nice, the rules are too trife
You lose life, hit for blue ice, over two dice
My ape click, chips, body shit
Chinese on you stick you like Poli-Grip
One false move and your body ripped, lay in they lobbies hit
The back of my gun is a karate flick, Gotti shit
Mothers and hotties hit, we cash sellin dope'n
cops on the rooftop be telescopin, be tryin to bust your open
of heaven is closed, hell is open, shells are smokin
Road blocks, tape from four shots
Murder plot door knocks, heads drop inside of
Get buried in corn crops, tall tops
Hammers drop, pop, you get spotted
on some six o'clock shit on your
Taggin your knot, stab a lot, with ice shit, and bitch we rip shit
Iller than Pillsbury the biscuits

2X]

[Billy
Hey yo we up in the club, in a disrespectful manner
Stomp through the wavin the M.O.P. banner
fresh coppertops, in the player hater scanner
Who am I? (WILLIAM DANZE) Right, then you don't wanna the man
(OHH!) The hooded soldier, one should overlook
In of eternal life as a crook
It written in the books, embedded in the streets

G. Rap]
Yeah, pushed out of crack

Danze]
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 and John
(WAVE YOUR FLAG PARTNER!) Put a hole where you at
(BAM BAM!) Pop a hole in your hat
motherfucker it's so true
Put that ass in a three-piece with no shoes

2X]

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