Luyện nghe bài hát Love L. O. D.

Yo, I seen them motherfuckers out in the
Them asses
(Man, fuck them anyway)
Hood rats and those fat polly punks

Yo Kel
(What up?)
Yo this question
Why are we the nicest in this profession?

Yo, um, simple 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 on a bitch MC
Doe, ray, me, fa, so L.O.D.

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

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 in this profession?

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

I be the freaker
Coming through your
My jams be getting
While shit be gettin' weaker

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

Now soon as I touch the
See you
I your lights off like a blackout
So hit the breaker

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

I be the gimmie, the got ya
Been niggas way
the remix I shot ya
The proper hip

'em in the Palladium
And bustin' each and every nigga, bubble in the
Now, after the sunshine comes the
up, wait a minute, let me back up and just explain

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

Nigga your means nothing to me, challenge L.O.D.
The average nigga style like a hickey
50 G, the brain buster, mic crusher
money quicker picke upper, crew duster

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

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

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

I'll a nigga dead and stinkin' take his soul
Cha-boom, cha-boom fill him up holes
born killer, killer than the rest
(Where you at?)
East coast to

I keep it kid
I freak the flow until naked
get panicked and frantic
And take it

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

(What up Keith?)
Answer question
(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?)
Answer question
(What's that?)
Why you so in this profession?