Luyện nghe bài hát NY 87

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

I of Meth, Nas, and Red
I'm with them
Indeed we all weed and clown wit um'
around wit um'
One
I ran his clan
There is one land
down with me I can count on one hand
Come dumb I dumber
The double barrel pumper dumper
And I been rockin' mics since Drummer
These adventures wreak speak lavish lifestyles
I your clavical for the cabbage
Rhyme
to death
Murder MCs til shit left
In the
Why MCs flip like gymnastics
Just to get they whole ass
to be classic
But you set no classic examples
ya
Fucked up
And ya fucked up
Your verbal war
You won't no more
I turned the channel niggas you ain't live no more
I to follow
But now a legend 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 Down
my man
Now what's this I
I was to beware
I'm the
Dissed by a I admired
Hell no this be
Now who the fuck is this I hear on the dissin' me?
B.I. G.I. to the E
scorchin'
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 Quests to
We the
The psycho assassin is
And next time you hit L.A. nigga we

Threat:

Eyo Threat I the MC
they played the mic
I bash motherfuckers from that I recite
Tighter than the MC
battle me
Tragedy is a
As I N.Y.C.
Lately I been on some shit
this
To make it you die
you out of it
your hood murders
Roaming your house and murder
When you up in the morning
life will be over
I ya
Pound ain't nathan nice
Sacrificing
From mics

There's a murder on your block
When he
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 keep droppin'
What was your homie ain't yo no mo'
Commit and blow your brains on the floor
Don't the fact
the microphone and snap
Then react with the shit that jumped off night