Luyện nghe bài hát Musketeers Of Pig Alley

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

More fly generics, make moves, forget it
We got this locked since
So rods and weapons, ain't no more reppins
the shit back, faggot, we hate that

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

more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em
I want him stretched out, listen, he the buildin'
All fly gangstas, bankers, hundred wit' us
We ex-dust niggas, even touch my drink

Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, 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 in the motherfuckin' place
Fix yo' face, nigga
Yeah, you how we gets down
Me and mixo, we so, we so tight

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

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

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

And he and provin', knowledge how he movin'
Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken
I wrote 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 I take his head without question
In the one to fourteen the justice lesson, now uh

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

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

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

And my team ain't ya' average, cream we it
Fiends packages, beans and banana clips
Festo, if you wit' me, let's go, the love me, X O, X O

Boy listen hard, twice before you get involved
We the weight like cons in the prison yard
They call the squad, we live and in charge
Y'all non-believers get reminded with
It's the pineapple, rebel I
Fine wine hundred proof, mine at you, nigga