Luyện nghe bài hát NY 87

DJ
Yo, this is DJ
a second out with Tha Dogg Pound to let ya'll know something
If you're looking in the Source mag and see me
It's cause some niggaz on the is the enemy
It's

I of Meth, Nas, and Red
I'm down with
Indeed we all weed and clown wit um'
around wit um'
One
I ran with his
There is only one
Niggas down me I can count on one hand
dumb I gets dumber
The barrel pumper heat dumper
And I been rockin' mics Funky Drummer
These adventures wreak Havok speak lifestyles
I crack clavical for the cabbage
savage
Introduction to
Murder MCs til ain't left
In the
Why must MCs flip 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 last war
You won't no more
I turned the channel cause you ain't live no more
I used to
But now yous a like Sleepy Hallow
I shoot to kill the horse pill u can't
no tomorrow
Nigga, it all
I been down with KRS since Boggie begins
my man
Now this I hear?
I was to beware
I'm the
by a nigga I admired
Hell no can't be
Now who the fuck is this I on the radio dissin' me?
B.I. G.I. to the E
Shit
Doing a video for a
That got blew out of
I he's the deadliest force
In a world it all about glamour fame and fortune
we Mob Deep
So fuck you, Jeru, and any Tribe that to compete
We the
The psycho assassin is
And time you hit L.A. nigga we mashin'

Threat:

Eyo I play the MC
they played the mic
I bash motherfuckers from that I recite
Tighter than the MC
Trynna me
Tragedy is a
As I N.Y.C.
Lately I been on some crazy
Imagine
To it 'til you die
you out of it
your hood from
through your house and murder
When you wake up in the
life will be over
I ya
Dogg ain't nathan nice
motherfuckers
From into

There's a murder on your block
he drop
Your homie he was nutty
What made him I a glock
You us
But when we started ain't no stoppin'
On and on more of your dogs keep
What was your ain't yo homie no mo'
Commit suicide and your brains on the floor
Don't ingore the
Grab the microphone and
Then react with the shit that off that night