Luyện nghe bài hát Newark To C.i.

before anyone upset
we're only sayin
f-u-n,
ah ha ha ha
ah ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha
that's boy
George The Village
watch this seven-footer spit like a loogie
up like some doogie warrior, just like sazuki
ah, Twism, man of steel
combined phat rhymes comin' from my wall prism
in my league hoopers don't act age
you be another dead boy front page
I more cash than the president
a bigger residence
Shaq is the man and that's
irelevent, what critics say
until they rhyme, come act, come play
get out me way
or come into this rhyme funk
I'm nut-rageous, outrageous, the Buddha monk
about where you're from not where you went
Newark, New Jersey, represent,
to the fullest, you round, you's a dead man
for the Redman

[Keith
oh yo yo yo, up
due to certain circumstances, Redman not be performing tonight
but we got Keith Murray from the Def up in here
so, you what I'm sayin', check it out
never who I am, black
I slam jams Redman, Erick Sermon, and the Shaq
I wreck this with emotionless
above any beyond the of physics
bio feed back techniques
I over the beat
so peep a true thug the streets
of New
where you get in chalk
and the herbest gets foul like pork
you walk and talk into
boy I can flipizoid, on record
all these MCs out here is a big
so I refuse to lose and ooze like
into a
I scrape you and scab-ass crew up like vaxitration
and if you're 6-9, 280, to get ill
I'll have my man O'Neal push your grill
and real

some choose to pack a mack, I choose to my Shaq
twenty
I wonder how act if you was in my shoes
this is how I take the old the new
all my down the line kick and lead it too
rugged never with this move as I flow
on and on this track, my papes in the back
step up to get funk in your
'88 was Runs house, but '95 is place
cracked up like Boogie, New Jack City
high with the clowns, but down with the nitty
fool, child, with the high
style of hoop-hoppa-listic wild
come, get
the one that freaks the fees, the foes, the fies, the fums
I flip my like a pancake flipper
dive-dive
let me up my zipper
I'm sick and tired of on this track
Newark lovely
and the Shaq
for the '96, '97
Jersey is
and fo'ever
fo'ever and
Street, where ya at
George The Village, where ya at
Naughtyville, ya at
can't the brothers in Chilltown, J.C.
Oakstreet
ha ha, and I'm out