Luyện nghe bài hát Musketeers Of Pig Alley

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

More fly generics, make moves, forget it
We got this since nineteen-seven
So many rods and weapons, no more reppins
the shit back, faggot, we hate that

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

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

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

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

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

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

Temperature
Drape a nigga up the ratchet, less talkin'
him on the 'nard, bomb like a G hard
Explosion the promenade, I'm God

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

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

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

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

And my ain't ya' average, cream we handle it
seekin' packages, beans and banana clips
Festo, if you wit' me, go, the nymphos love me, X O, X O

Boy listen hard, think twice you get involved
We hold the weight like in the prison yard
They call the riot squad, we live and in
Y'all get reminded with scars
It's the pineapple, I natural
Fine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you, nigga