Luyện nghe bài hát NY 87

DJ
Yo, is DJ Quik
Taking a second out with Tha Dogg Pound to let ya'll know
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 with them
Indeed we all weed and clown wit um'
around wit um'
One
I ran with his
There is one land
Niggas down me I can count on one hand
Come dumb I dumber
The double barrel pumper heat
And I been rockin' since Funky Drummer
These adventures wreak Havok lavish lifestyles
I crack your for the cabbage
Rhyme
Introduction to
Murder MCs til ain't left
In the
Why must MCs flip like
Just to get whole ass whipped
to be classic
But you don't set no classic
ya
Fucked up
And ya up samples
Your verbal war
You won't no more
I turned the channel cause niggas you ain't no more
I used to
But now a legend like Sleepy Hallow
I shoot to kill the horse u can't swallow
There's no
Nigga, it all
I been down with KRS since Boggie Down
my man
Now this I hear?
I was told to
I'm the
Dissed by a I admired
Hell no can't be
Now who the is this I hear on the radio dissin' me?
B.I. G.I. to the E
scorchin'
Doing a for a song
That got out of porportion
I he's the deadliest force
In a where it all about glamour fame and fortune
Nigga we Mob
So fuck you, Jeru, and any Tribe that to compete
We the
The psycho is blastin'
And next you hit L.A. nigga we mashin'

Threat:

Eyo I play the MC
they played the mic
I bash from words that I recite
than the average MC
Trynna me
Tragedy is a
As I N.Y.C.
I been on some crazy shit
Imagine
To make it you die
you out of it
your hood murders
Roaming through house and murder
you wake up in the morning
Your life will be
I ya
Dogg ain't nathan nice
Sacrificing
From mics

There's been a on your block
When he
Your homie he was nutty
What made him I a glock
You us
But when we started mashin' no stoppin'
On and on more of your keep droppin'
What was your ain't yo homie no mo'
Commit suicide and blow your on the floor
Don't the fact
Grab the and snap
Then react with the shit that off that night