Luyện nghe bài hát Love L. O. D.

Yo, I seen them out in the street
pussy asses
(Man, fuck them anyway)
Hood rats and those fat rolly polly

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

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

Aye yo 50
(What's up?)
this question
(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.

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

I all around the world hearing the wack MC's
doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.
(Aye yo)
Ask yourself the same question
Why are we the wickedest in this

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

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

Now Kel be playin' kids like the New York
Taking it to your ass with rhymes and shit
'Cause kids contradict themselves when be rhyming
like 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 trouble you ever had vocab like knife stabs
Comin' wild killin' in a
Holding niggas ransom, it in my blood
Maybe my grandson might be wild like Manson

I be the gimmie, the got ya
Been blastin' 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 comes the rain
Hold up, wait a minute, let me back up and explain

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

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

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

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

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

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

I it real kid
I freak the flow until naked
get panicked and frantic
And can't it

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

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