Luyện nghe bài hát Love L. O. D.

Yo, I them motherfuckers out in the street
Them pussy
(Man, fuck niggas anyway)
Hood rats and fat rolly polly punks

Yo Kel
(What up?)
Yo answer question
Why are we the nicest in fuckin' profession?

Yo, it's um, philosophy
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, L.O.D.
(Yeah, yeah)

Aye yo 50
(What's up?)
Answer this
(What's that?)
Why are you the best in profession?

Now when I'm creepin' on a MC
Doe, ray, me, fa, so L.O.D.

Murray
(Yo, up 50?)
the question?
(What's that?)
Why are you be the sickest in this

I been all the world hearing the wack MC's
It's doe, ray, me, fa, so L.O.D.
(Aye yo)
Ask the very same question
Why are we the wickedest in profession?

I'm back with Def Squad constantly
Doe, ray, me, fa, so L.O.D.
Any nigga want to step, get
Doe, ray, me, fa, so L.O.D.

I be the bushwa
Coming your speaker
My be getting stronger
While your shit be weaker

Now Kel be playin' kids like the New Knicks
it to your ass with these rhymes and shit
'Cause kids contradict themselves when they be
Sounding shit, off beat with no timing

Now as I touch the paper
See you
I your lights off like a blackout
So hit the circuit

I'm the worst trouble you had vocab like knife stabs
Comin' killin' in a paragraph
Holding ransom, it runs in my blood
Maybe my might be wild like Charles Manson

I be the gimmie, the got ya
blastin' niggas way
Before the I shot ya
The hip hopper

Fading 'em in the
And each and every nigga, bubble in the Tunnel
Now, after the sunshine the rain
up, wait a minute, let me back up and just explain

I all around the world, what battle me?
this autograph home and give it to your family
All I hear is booty stinkin' ass wack
Strictly doe, ray, me, fa, so L.O.D.

Nigga your life means nothing to me, L.O.D.
The average style sucks like a hickey
50 G, the MC's buster, mic crusher
Dirty quicker picke upper, crew duster

Now L.O.D.'s up in this motherfucker
Leave a known with broken English
smooth da hustler

Same thing make a nigga
his ass cry
He rolled a I bet it all he turned around
And rolled eyes

My thinking cap is bigger than a Sade's
Stay all-terrain, on all parades
The street is my bed and the corner is my
I'll kill your fuckin' ass and for your I'll do ditto

I'll leave a nigga dead and stinkin' take his
Cha-boom, cha-boom him up with holes
Natural killer, killer than the rest
(Where you at?)
East to west

I it real kid
I freak the flow it's naked
Niggas get and frantic
And take it

I been all the world, what battle me?
Take this autograph and give it to your family
Def the family, you don't want to see
Strictly doe, ray, me, fa, so L.O.D.

(What up Keith?)
Answer this
(What up?)
Why you so fuckin' nice in profession?

Aye, yo 50
(What's up?)
this question
Why you so nice in profession?

Aye, yo
(What's up?)
this question
(What's that?)
Why you so nice in profession?