Luyện nghe bài hát Musketeers Of Pig Alley

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

fly generics, money make moves, forget it
We got locked since nineteen-seven
So many rods and weapons, ain't no more
Take the shit back, faggot, we hate

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

more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em
I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the
All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred us
We ex-dust niggas, don't touch my drink

around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke
Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the
All my niggas get paint, yo my name?
diamond, ice water inc

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

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

They started jammin' in the park, just dark
Two and their DJ scratchin'
Words to have an attraction when they rhymin'
Hip hop the guns to start sparkin'

Temperature
Drape a up with the ratchet, less talkin'
Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a G
rocks the promenade, I'm God

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

Uh it's the pineapple daquiri fuckin' up ya
Ya heard? Spread the word, yo

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

Feel I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine
Spot him deep in the hill poppin'
Two dug in the dirt, up in the skirt
Spectator on the sideline the work

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

Boy hard, think twice before you get involved
We hold the like 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 proof, spittin' mine at you, nigga