Luyện nghe bài hát Legendary Street Team

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

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

[Billy
Mentally I'm alone, and since you're deaf
99.9 of the I've got my mojo
like whoa!

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

M.O.P. + G. Rap]
[ALL] It's the legendary team!
Kool G. Rap's (BACK!)
[Fame] Fizzy (BACK!)
[Bill] Billy (AWW DAMN!)
That's 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 lose life, hit for blue ice, over two dice
My ape click, potty chips, body
click on you stick you like 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 hit, we stash cash sellin dope'n
cops on the rooftop be telescopin, be tryin to bust your melon
Gates of heaven is closed, is open, shells are smokin
Road blocks, yellow tape four shots
Murder plot door knocks, heads inside of co-ops
Get buried in corn crops, with tops
drop, magnums pop, you get spotted
on some six shit on your Magnavox
Taggin your knot, stab a lot, with ice shit, and bitch we rip shit
Iller than with the biscuits

2X]

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

G. Rap]
Yeah, pushed out of crack

[Billy
And out of jeeps!

Fame]
I'm from a place where cats conspicuous and rob
Fitzroy, P-Noid, to his arms
you at a pay phone, kickin it to moms
Lift your +Face/Off+ like and John
(WAVE YOUR FLAG PARTNER!) Put a hole you think at
(BAM BAM!) Pop a hole in your hat
Brownsville motherfucker it's so
Put that ass in a three-piece suit with no

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 scrap witcha'll heat
or get the fuck down, word up, no games
Y'all niggaz
niggaz