Luyện nghe bài hát NY 87

DJ
Yo, is DJ Quik
Taking a second out with Tha Pound 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 down with
Indeed we all smoke weed and wit um'
around wit um'
One
I ran with his
There is one land
Niggas down with me I can on one hand
dumb I gets dumber
The double pumper heat dumper
And I rockin' mics since Funky Drummer
These adventures Havok speak lavish lifestyles
I crack clavical for the cabbage
savage
Introduction to
Murder MCs til ain't left
In the
Why must MCs flip like
Just to get they ass whipped
to be classic
But you don't set no classic
ya
Fucked up
And ya up samples
last verbal war
You survive no more
I turned the channel cause 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 Boggie Down begins
my man
Now what's this I
I was to beware
I'm the
by a nigga I admired
Hell no this be
Now who the fuck is this I on the radio dissin' me?
B.I. G.I. to the E
scorchin'
Doing a for a song
That got blew out of
I found he's the force
In a world where it all about fame and fortune
Nigga we Mob
So fuck you, Jeru, and any Tribe that to compete
We the
The assassin is blastin'
And next you hit L.A. nigga we mashin'

Deadly

Eyo I play the MC
Niggaz played the mic
I bash motherfuckers from words I recite
Tighter than the MC
Trynna me
Tragedy is a
As I N.Y.C.
Lately I been on some shit
this
To it 'til you die
you out of it
your hood from
Roaming your house and murder
When you up in the morning
Your life be over
I ya
Dogg Pound nathan nice
Sacrificing
From into

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