Luyện nghe bài hát Musketeers Of Pig Alley

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

risin'
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 from my gate in a state
I this degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see
Never fall victim, dictate the fate leave the bake for the
If he take than I take his without question
In the one to fourteen check the lesson, now uh

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

I'm from where it's real, peal ya' orange
We want enough bricks that we could apartments
I, general in the field of
The bad boys wit' me Will or Martin

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

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

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