Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Crazy

sermon]
Hey world, one two, one two
it out y'all
Uhh, shadz of lingo in the
E in the house with def squad
On the funky fresh track with shadz of

Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves around
And _humpin' around_ bobby brown across town
I with that, so don't cramp my style
Step off me, I'm hyped I had a pound of coffee
Yo how you ask what I'm doin
I'm pursuin, gettin funky with my crew and
My input brings unknown like e.t.
Makes me phone to my family
Cling, hello mom, I'm it, freakin more fame
Than played by michael keaton
I over, let me name someone that's black
With fame, and that are fat
Heyyy, erick sermon, one
Packs a gun, that's bigger than
Out the window, I look for a punk to get
So I can his ass like cupid
E 2 bingos, with the shadz of lingo
Here to out the funky single
Ahh shit, there my pager
I'll see you later, yo

erick sermon

Every now and then, I get a crazy (4x)

of lingo - 1]
One two how can I do it? I guess I'll the real
Yo I pack much dick, with the cover made of hoe
Yes yes, never or settled for less
One clown stepped, and got a hole in the chest
From the a.k., somebody scream
Took the out, cause he clowned me on a payday
The is flowin to the maximum
From the e double, while I kick the to them
Check a chill brother with class, enough
To run up and the spine out a niggaz ass
Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to on the real
And don't give a how you feel
Thinkin you're steppin to this, I doubt it
Ain't the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about it
The big nigga the bud and I'm on that
E kick the beat and yo you known that

[shadz of - 2]
Yo it's the lingo of the
Droppin that mellow but mad
Melodious metaphorical with mo' shit
That you used to, and that you ain't
What else I got to do but the pictures with paints?
{*feedback*} oh no, there's my mic
A soundman's turnin up every weekend
Some think I done the killin, you know I can't
I can't recall a full week since this december
And catchin fire 'fore I get the chance to touch em
Yo al. b catch the lightin torches, i'ma bust em
But don't rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he the words
To hit em on the red dot and knows I'm thinkin bout
Run {run} hide {hide} you can't {can't} escape
The hit {the hit's} on, I got the the} papes {papes}
Dodge {dodge} red {red} lasers scannin {scannin}
{brings} fly {fly when} rhymes {rhymes} landin {landin}
Let me go .. no .. yo, I'm {straight}
Chill {chill}, yo I need auhhhh, air, wait
Cross fade {fade's} a killer {killer} style and {style and}
the {where's the} soundman
Tell me me} was I whylin {whylin}
Cause

[erick
Hey world
Check me out, check me, me out
Hey young
New in the house
Def squad's in the motherfuckin,
New york's in the motherfuckin,
Rowdy in the motherfuckin, house
Def in the motherfuckin, house
E.d.'s in the motherfuckin (def jam boy)
Shadz of lingo in the motherfuckin
Peace.. and we out (russell boy)