Luyện nghe bài hát Love L. O. D.

Yo, I seen motherfuckers out in the street
Them asses
(Man, them niggas anyway)
rats and those 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 question
(What's that?)
Why are you the in your profession?

Now I'm creepin' 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 in this profession?

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

I'm breaking back with Def Squad
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
through your speaker
My be getting stronger
your shit be gettin' weaker

Now Kel be playin' kids like the New Knicks
Taking it to your ass these rhymes and shit
'Cause contradict themselves when they 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
wild killin' in a paragraph
Holding niggas ransom, it in my blood
Maybe my grandson might be wild like Charles

I be the gimmie, the got ya
Been blastin' way
Before the remix I ya
The proper hip

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

I all around the world, what battle me?
Take this autograph 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 life nothing to me, challenge L.O.D.
The average nigga style sucks like a
50 G, the MC's brain buster, mic
money quicker picke 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 seven I bet it all he around
And snake eyes

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 kill your fuckin' ass and for your crew I'll do

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

I keep it kid
I freak the flow it's naked
Niggas get and frantic
And can't it

I been all around the world, battle me?
Take autograph home 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 question
(What up?)
Why you so fuckin' nice in this

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

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