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, him for his sins (he better watch his step)

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

[Lil'
I bring sorrow, you won't 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 want mine nigga
Play tough - and I fuck your BUK BUK
You have a chaffeur with your arms in slings
Both legs numb from arms an' tings

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

Chorus]

[Kool G.
Aiyyo - my attributes of life, never too nice, the are too trife
You life, hit for blue ice, dead over two dice
My ape click, potty chips, shit
Chinese click on you stick you Poli-Grip
One false and your body ripped, niggaz lay in they lobbies hit
The back of my gun is like a karate flick, Gotti
Mothers and hit, we stash cash sellin dope'n
cops on the rooftop be telescopin, be tryin to bust melon open
of heaven is closed, hell is open, shells are smokin
Road blocks, yellow tape from shots
Murder plot door knocks, heads inside of co-ops
Get buried in corn crops, with tall
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 Pillsbury with the

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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
fresh coppertops, in the player hater scanner
Who am I? (WILLIAM DANZE) Right, then you don't wanna the man
(OHH!) The soldier, one should never overlook
In posession of eternal life as a
It written in the books, embedded in the streets

G. Rap]
Yeah, pushed out of spots

Danze]
And out of jeeps!

[Lil'
I'm from a place where cats look and rob
Fitzroy, P-Noid, stickin to his
Catch you at a pay phone, it to moms
your +Face/Off+ like Nicholas and John
(WAVE YOUR PARTNER!) Put a hole where you think at
(BAM BAM!) Pop a hole in your hat
Brownsville it's so true
Put that ass in a suit with no shoes

2X]

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