Luyện nghe bài hát Legendary Street Team

[Billy
Hey yo we bringin you the vibe live from 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 with the steamin

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

Danze]
Mentally I'm home alone, and since you're
99.9 of the times I've got my
like whoa!

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

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

[repeat

G. Rap]
Aiyyo - my attributes of life, too nice, the rules are too trife
You lose life, hit for ice, dead over two dice
My ape click, potty chips, body
Chinese click on you stick you Poli-Grip
One false move and your body ripped, niggaz lay in 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 to bust your melon open
Gates of is closed, hell is open, shells are smokin
blocks, yellow tape from four shots
Murder plot knocks, heads drop inside of co-ops
Get buried in corn crops, with tops
drop, magnums pop, you get spotted
on some six o'clock shit on Magnavox
your knot, stab a lot, with ice pick shit, and bitch we rip shit
Iller than with the biscuits

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[Billy
Hey yo we step up in the club, in a manner
Stomp through the crowd the M.O.P. banner
Keep fresh coppertops, in the player scanner
Who am I? (WILLIAM DANZE) Right, then you don't know the man
(OHH!) The hooded soldier, one never overlook
In posession of life as a crook
It been written in the books, embedded in the

[Kool G.
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
Catch you at a pay phone, it to moms
Lift your +Face/Off+ like Nicholas and
(WAVE YOUR FLAG PARTNER!) Put a where you think at
(BAM BAM!) Pop a in your mink hat
Brownsville it's so true
Put that ass in a three-piece suit with no

2X]

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