Luyện nghe bài hát NY 87

DJ
Yo, this is DJ
Taking a second out Tha Dogg Pound to let ya'll know something
If you're looking in the mag and don't see me
It's cause niggaz on the East is the enemy
real

I of Meth, Nas, and Red
I'm down them
Indeed we all smoke weed and wit um'
Hung wit um'
One
I ran his clan
is only one land
Niggas down with me I can on one hand
Come I gets dumber
The double barrel pumper heat
And I been mics since Funky Drummer
These adventures wreak Havok speak lavish
I crack your for the cabbage
Rhyme
to death
Murder MCs til ain't left
In the
Why must MCs like gymnastics
Just to get they ass whipped
Claim to be
But you don't set no examples
ya
Fucked up
And ya up samples
Your verbal war
You won't no more
I turned the channel cause you ain't live no more
I to follow
But now yous a legend Sleepy Hallow
I shoot to kill the horse pill u swallow
There's no
Nigga, it all
I been down with KRS since Boggie begins
my man
Now what's I hear?
I was to beware
I'm the
Dissed by a nigga I
no this can't be
Now who the fuck is this I on the radio dissin' me?
B.I. G.I. to the E
scorchin'
Doing a video for a
got blew out of porportion
I found the deadliest force
In a world where it all about fame and fortune
we Mob Deep
So you, Jeru, and any Tribe that Quests to compete
We the
The assassin is blastin'
And time you hit L.A. nigga we mashin'

Deadly

Eyo Threat I the MC
they played the mic
I bash from words that I recite
Tighter than the MC
Trynna me
Tragedy is a
As I N.Y.C.
I been on some crazy shit
Imagine
To it 'til you die
you out of it
your hood from
Roaming through your and murder
When you up in the morning
Your will be over
I ya
Dogg Pound nathan nice
Sacrificing
From into

There's a murder on your block
he drop
Your homie thought he was
made him I roll a glock
You us
But when we mashin' ain't no stoppin'
On and on more of your dogs droppin'
What was your homie ain't yo no mo'
Commit suicide and blow your brains on the
Don't the fact
the microphone and snap
Then react with the that jumped off that night