Luyện nghe bài hát Musketeers Of Pig Alley

Crack that open
Vision of faces, gettin' money lay in the boats
Got big rifles, play the hood, ride Cycles
Y'all mens are psycho, killah 'ciples

More fly generics, make moves, forget it
We got this since nineteen-seven
So many and weapons, ain't no more reppins
Take the shit back, faggot, we that

Meet the real, we lock the real, me the steel
Pop off, pull out, them bills
I run with all real killas, all for
on, awesome gorillas

Want more then 'em, front war, reveal 'em
I want him stretched out, listen, he the buildin'
All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred us
We niggas, don't even touch my drink

around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke
Ya' yolked and he through you in the faint
All my get paint, yo what's my name?
diamond, ice water inc

Uh, yeah, once in the motherfuckin' place
Fix yo' motherfuckin' face,
Yeah, you how we gets down
Me and this mixo, we so, we so

Lex sound, and uh
I bees the chief, Jamel Areif
Straight East Medina
And uh yo yeah, yeah, huh

They jammin' in the park, just after dark
Two turntables and DJ scratchin'
Words seemed to have an attraction when they
Hip hop caused the guns to start

risin'
Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less
Caught him on the 'nard, bomb a G hard
Explosion the promenade, I'm God

And he show and provin', knowledge how he
Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a state
I wrote degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see
Never fall victim, dictate the leave the bake for the snake
If he take than I take his without question
In the one to check the justice lesson, now uh

Uh it's the pineapple daquiri up ya mindstate
Ya heard? the motherfuckin' word, yo

I'm from where real, niggas peal ya' orange
We enough bricks that we could build apartments
I, general in the field of
The bad boys me ain't Will or Martin

Feel what I'm droppin', I the ill doctrine
him deep in the killah hill poppin'
Two dug in the dirt, up in the skirt
Spectator on the lovin' the work

And my team ya' average, cream we handle it
seekin' packages, beans and banana clips
Festo, if you wit' me, let's go, the nymphos me, X O, X O

Boy listen hard, think twice you get involved
We hold the weight cons in the prison yard
They call the riot squad, we and in charge
non-believers get reminded with scars
It's the pineapple, I natural
Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you,