Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Be Known

(feat. (Little Brother))

I don't it I just do it
Y'all still thinkin just music, but
J. League is a movement, so you should just adjust to it
Cause our whole is fuck losin
People on the outside, he must do it
Cause all make is love songs and drug music
I sip Dom P, but kick it with Von P
And now I'm with P, Boot Camp who the fuck knew it?
Brooknam's in the buildin, but me and
into buildin them joints rock hard like Benatar
More than an MC, 'Te is like a motivational speaker
and and every verse is a seminar
And each and word is a miniature
of the divine revelation he send to y'all
Up next to get it as as we distribute these
rhymes to the sorry if I'm offendin y'all
'Te the crew rocker, overseas shopper
In Mangiano's, orderin two
Back in the them hoes say he too proper
Now the main attraction like Mufasa
I ain't +lion+, but if you think that I tryin
to be the you need to rewind this
Big and Dru Ha standin behind this
You have now, been in to the finest
Von - 'em~!

Von]
The man, the myth, the legend, the one that mics
{Te: Phonte, J. League, know about it?}
The camp, the click, the crew this song, get nice
{SP: Sean P, Boot Camp, what'chu know it?}
They better get it while it's gettin the gettin is gone
{Te: Cause right here, right now, yeah they about it}
It's Sean P, Phonte, let it be known
Let it be known, let it be...

Price:]
I don't dap it, I just it
Y'all still thinkin it's rappin, but
Boot Camp is a tough unit, so you should adjust to it
Cause my attitude is Ruck do it
People in my project Ruck yo fuck music
been lovin rap since, Run was +Krush Groove'n+
I eat tofu, I don't drink soy milk
Always into beef pah, get your boy kilt
... Lyrically I'm 'em
Call 'te tell him I got yay in
... Call up of my fam
And these crackers crack a hundred a gram
I got a gun in my hand; don't make me your life
I do wrong to make shit right, RIGHT~?!
I thank God for, and Dru
Without a deal, who knows what the I'd do?
Probably, stand on the corner a gun and a beeper
Act wrong, strong, put your son in a sleeper
'Sup with the I gotta roll me a joint
Bring the chorus and prove my point, P!